By the way, I was listening tonight to Art Bell (thanks
CRIPPLED AND DISJOINTED
in such absence
we grow so vague
no coordinates
no anchor point
no aim or goal
cast adrift
in grey uncertainty
a world without frame
we fail in all intents
faltering in action
unable to achieve
the things we'd do
sinking lower
devoid of hope
finding no focus
no way to grasp
all these days
bleed away
they seep from wounded being
from the battle scars of life
the damage of existence
which has delivered us to pain
crippled and disjointed
rendered less than whole
darknesses consume
we can not defend
against this onslaught
new madnesses arise
condensed from illness
coalescing into forms
which are unknown
for which we're unprepared
still these changes
drive the time
swirling chaos
into patterns of the web
nets ensnaring
each and every act
into the tumult
the juggernaut of fate
- Brendan Tripp
03/02/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp