CRAWLING DEEPLY INSIDE
too much confusion,
I am swept under
by killing tides,
unable to connect
with form or data,
place or function,
grid or structure
in this world
the madness spreads,
moment to moment;
we are attacked
from all sides at once,
there is no respite,
there is no rest,
battle to battle,
abuse to abuse
only in delusion,
crawling deeply inside,
can we find shelter;
but what use is it,
hunkered down and twisted,
buried in some corner
we have gnawed out
from our living guts?
only when we can't see
the world can we stand it,
only it its absence
can we feel safe;
are there means anywhere
for opting out
of the mundane
and this human state?
there are none here
who would not gladly
raise a hand to strike
or wield the well-honed lie
against me or my kind,
there are none able
to choose our light
over the common dream
- Brendan Tripp
06/24/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp
