DISTORTIONS FINDING FORM
lost places
ages past
we seek to touch
elements within
to trace the lines
of how these were
or how in difference
these might have been
none can track
the form of this
none believe
the structure echoes wide
yet in the dark
rumbles set
which shift all bases
and warp all planes
ours is not enough
within the having
ours is driven
by arcane need
to classify from void
some order seen
placed within contexts
not of native state
were there then
such prepositions
were there then
such grander plans?
much forgotten
and blurred by years
left as mythos
not yet inscribed
the spiral grips,
steel claws impinge,
as gravities insist
in downward circles;
we have no recourse,
no defense,
we stare in horror
at this decline
- Brendan Tripp
04/06/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp
