The Quake

Stuck in the moment,
And its too late to turn back
Complications from unstable actions--
Not weighed down with regret
But laced with uncertainty.
Hastily made decisions,
Built upon personal fault lines
Once ragged and violent,
The heart of the quake,
Grows calm and steady
Unlike the haphazard terrain above
And stillness threatens chaos
To protect the pulsing quake
And destroy the surrounding world
Or suffer its heart to agonizing death
For the world to survive...