ONLY FOR ITS NAME
only those things
that do not maintain
only those things
which do not survive
gain credence here
nothing real or pure or true
attains subsistence
in a world built on lies
all these darknesses
swirl around me
they taint my breath
and stain my eyes
they cast a pall
on all achievement
and wrap a shroud
over our recall
too much is shifting
beneath these forms
we can not trace
the lines scribed yesterday
we can not track
the path we've taken
to reach this abyss
this deep of shame
we are touched by illness
on every plane,
no plans, no intents
grow amid this;
all is poisoned
by outer states,
made damaged,
unable to repair
no way of knowing
how bad things can be,
all is plummet,
all descent;
we find no bottom,
no final state,
just degradation,
dire within despair
- Brendan Tripp
04/04/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp