BTRIPP (btripp) wrote,
BTRIPP
btripp

Four of Twelve

La, la, la ... I have Egg Foo Yung waiting in the kitchen ... I need to get this stuff done.

I really should be working on school stuff tonight but I'm AVOIDING that big-time. Sure hope I get it done before class in the morning.


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                    EVERY POINT BEYOND


                    too many requirements
                    that will not mesh
                    with the outlines of intent
                    driven down, we struggle
                    with the madness of the day
                    unable to attain
                    what is needful here
                    or what must be
                   
                    plans are scattered
                    sheafs of paper blown
                    before the storm
                    these spread too far
                    there's no retrieving
                    what has flown away
                    moment to moment
                    all so utterly lost
                   
                    in the now, hunkered,
                    unable to trust in time
                    as every point beyond
                    is target for a world
                    both evil and mundane
                    we search for things
                    that can be done
                    in immediacy's lee
                   
                    trap doors swing away
                    and we drop from gallows
                    being is a sentence here,
                    duration a vector down,
                    there is never completion
                    just strings of failure
                    vast piles of things undone
                    and the stress of all those voids

                    demand grows greater
                    than the bounds of day
                    and in our weakness
                    we now lose the night
                    the pressure accelerates
                    with no means of release
                    all runs to decaying
                    and quick to our demise



                             - Brendan Tripp
                                08/02/2002

                    Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp
 
 



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