CRAZED AND IMPURE
inversion of being
intents interspersed
with history
we cannot chart
straight courses through
all movements realign
as changes in space
brought change in time
the field becomes
unmanageable
no grid sustains
nor coordinates
remain invariable
upon these scans
how can one dictate
placement in this web?
exhaustion creates
a sudden rain
that drains all strength
and leave us limp
our edges blur
and cannot connect
to make or do
or act or be
such anguish
such fear
we are driven down
amid these days
forced to seek shelter
in dark abysses
whose unspeakable depths
would swallow us whole
nothing remains here
we are too damaged
too profoundly injured
to synch with the world
all our points of contact
ache from its touch
all our zones of being
are crazed and impure
- Brendan Tripp
04/27/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp