UNFOLDING INTO PAIN
1
the matrix lines
evolve to steel
to cutting bands
of razor wire
and thence constrict
upon our zone
distorting, slicing,
unfolding into pain
2
we come unstuck
from the moment
we drift away
slipping under
the mundane screen
and into worlds
without those rules
outside that frame
3
storms arise,
sweep the city,
we can not avoid
their passage
even if avoiding
torrential wrath
that infiltrates within
seeking to explode
4
too many lists
in competition
none are sated
none fulfilled
there is no time
for any set
there are no hours
to stay the dread
5
mirror-like flow,
we are twisted,
inverted, pulled apart;
no lines maintain here,
all trends are inked
in weathered runes,
no foretelling,
no way to ever plan
- Brendan Tripp
06/25/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp
