This is the magician's minute.

A rare moment
Outside the construct
of time,
That escapes the grasp
of ticking hands.

Deconstructed
  (Between
     Breathing out
  And
Breathing in.)

Where it is
   not quite
yesterday,
   anymore,
And
not quite
tomorrow,
    not yet.

And it is here
Where creativity bursts
Like fireworks in the dark night,
And ideas spark
Into existence,
And drift
above the chasm
Of dreamy sleep.

Moments of potential
that dance
on the horizon
of a destructive black hole.

How many great masterpieces
Are lost here?
Fallen amidst the cracks
In time

(Left for the morning
And forgotten)