BTRIPP (btripp) wrote,

I promised you poems ... #2

I actually got out of the house today. Took Daughter #1 to dojo. We've missed so much over the past few weeks while everybody's been sick. I think she's maybe made one class per week, maybe 2 classes in 3 weeks. Not good. They had promotions today and she again didn't get the next stripe. I hope the next section of my class is less tiring than the last and I'll be more into dragging us up there (with Daughter #2 in tow) for mid-week evening classes than I have been in the past month or so. Anyway ... here's another lovely poem for your reading enjoyment:

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                    EMPTY, DARK, FRAGMENTED

                    how much decay
                    can systems endure
                    and yet function?
                    how much abuse
                    might a mind absorb
                    and still not splinter,
                    fragment, and twist
                    into a mockery of thought?

                    it is not enough
                    to check the box,
                    to over-line
                    the listed tasks;
                    it is not enough
                    to simply be, to do,
                    to act, robotic
                    in a world of dark machines

                    we seek to reach
                    beyond that frame,
                    but every new exit
                    offers cold metallic slides;
                    are there circles in this hell
                    which are not so dull,
                    which are not so empty
                    so void and dire?

                    only elements maintain
                    as symbol here
                    divorced from time,
                    linear causality,
                    and solid contexts;
                    the emblems serve
                    for what had once
                    been wholly real

                    no day, no night
                    no fine congruence
                    we strive so hard
                    yet fall away
                    searching memory
                    for something liquid
                    left in the vaults
                    that we might spend

                             - Brendan Tripp

                    Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp

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