CARVED ACROSS TIME
what is not descent
is not allowed
now, immersed,
held vacant,
formed of duration,
untwining lines,
doubt and uncertainty
contents so grey
pieces move,
crossing grids,
leaving trails,
traces and echoes;
which is more real
the symbol seen
or the track
it carves across time?
not enough stasis
not enough scope
to make these judgements
when in the game
there's no perspective
on how the board is laid
or where its secrets
have been placed
we drift unwhole
blasted bits
strewn across
these flotsam fields
awaiting tidal flows
to wash upon new shores
artifacts unlabeled
of this broken time
forms decay
every system
retreats to chaos
all facades crumble
leaving nothing but the mask
the empty promise
the hollow lie
which stands behind the world
- Brendan Tripp
03/28/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp