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SET INTO NO PLACE AT ONCE
unsettled pressures
chaotic forms
there are no guides
framing this
there is no system
giving shape
all is uneven
and unaligned
days pass vaguely
recalled as though dreams
but not "dreamlike"
or "dreamy"
bearing more marks
of nightmare times
or hallucination hazes
roiling up within
this frustration
becomes a solid thing
we can not synch
with the doctrines
of mundane planes
we can not mesh
with the robot gears
of a soulless world
how to function
in backwaters so slow?
we have no vector
that presses through,
we have no line
to follow in this dark
which would lead beyond
these doldrums
too many items
need arrive
in far too tightly
delimited times;
we lose our grip
and slide away
into decaying
and pointless strife
- Brendan Tripp
03/09/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp
