ALL FATAL VISIONS
flat-line morning
no response
the brain
goes empty
almost zen
fact and fact
observations stream
no mirror
we do not achieve
this state
it falls to us
from damage
abusive pain
we are drained
leaving void
as default
still, the world
will not release,
not in the nexus
of external demands,
it hovers ghostly
upon the mind
unable to engage,
insensitive to fight
what lacks substance?
do I fade away
or does the world?
we would appear
to no longer occupy
the same space
the same time
now so apart
no matter the distance
the bands pull tight,
the razor wire
wraps and cuts;
no matter the disengagement
the smothering mass
crushes in upon us
from every side
- Brendan Tripp
04/15/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp
