Meaning

A shallow world but for the terror, plane
Of tears that overbrim into themselves
Return and stain the never-ending earth
Unclean, with void despair and confusion.

And in this, sometimes, seldom, comes a flash
of purest exaltation, joy; a rush
of expectation, hope. Could it be held,
It would atone for all the world's deceits.

Deity offering compensation?
A glimpse of Morning flashing through the cave?
Or just a bonus unplanned neural fluke
Stimulated by lunch's chemistry?

Or all that was, and is, and is to come
Frozen in a lost moment of meaning?