In the time between things
The things we think are the things
We are here for
The defining moments
The great contests
The big shows
Peak time
Yes, great stores of peace and joy
Off-peak, in the vast spaces of
What we once called the mundane
A slackening of every muscle,
An echo for every beat of the heart.
Nothing to win or lose
Rolling out the carpet just because.
Everything strictly low-falutin'
Not a single big hairy deal in sight
