BITES BACK AS HARD
1
the churning within
the swirling without
we have no stability
no inner stance
no outer grasp
all is tumbling
frantic flalings
against the tide
2
these gears do not mesh
their spinning breaks
the whole machine
who placed this cog
within those workings?
it's not to spec
and sure to damage
all that it nears
3
too many accidents occur
to be just accidental
too many twists to fate
to not suppose
a hand turning those strings
with ill intent
malefic meaning
and desire to cause our death
4
no anchors now
we are storm tossed
between events
without a map
without a plan
denied the guidance
of the very stars
which gave us life
5
frustration simmers
all days roil on a slow boil
we skirt the edge of violence
in all our acts
ever ready to explode
in that blue-eyed destiny
that no one knows
but would consume the world
- Brendan Tripp
08/01/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp
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