FALLEN INTO EMPTY DREAMS
the substance falters
but yet becomes
we can not align
with these currents within time
we can not synch
with such demand
as these days carry
to impose upon us
all our systems
drift down
we have no structure
which abides
we have no meaning
which maintains
we have no function
within this world
the gravities
disturbing space
effect us with
such dire declines
that every step
finds an abyss
and each direction
leads to the pit
our struggles churn
across the clock
we craft no vectors
leading on
yet build such webs
out of these pasts
that all duration
is held amid their grasp
how to sift
damnation from despair,
misfortune out of madness?
too many elements corrupt
the pure intention
the cherished vision
of a world now lost
fallen into empty dreams
- Brendan Tripp
11/24/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp