These are going to be even more confusing, since I'm starting with the latest (hey, wrote this one today!) and working backwards to mid-July. You have to read all these, so clear some time and get out the hankies.
FRAGMENTS OF INTENT
the emptiness erupts
across hours
across days and weeks
we stand with nothing
but fragments of intent
and this wonder
of how all things
have slipped away
nothing patterns
to the form
we stack the wind
and spin the sand
all disappearing
at the last
unable to sustain
a vision of its shape
how lost are we
that nothing molds
into these frames?
we have lost all purpose,
been stripped of night,
and now are losing day
in swirling fogs
and unproductive haze
we blankly stare
at the parade
not connecting
with anything outside
still unable
to be in time
or in synch with
the outer world
all these lists, these plans,
are meaningless;
nothing we seek
has means to bloom
in the mundane,
nothing we need
is there for us
in the realm of man
- Brendan Tripp
08/14/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp