Plus, I've "streamlined" my posting of these things thanks to discovering the lj-cut closing tag, allowing me to do ONE template instead of cutting and pasting five things together. Whoopie. Sorry if there were multiple versions of this particular post appearing on your Friends List, as I was tweaking the format on that.
CROSSTALK BLEEDING
we ache for words
to which we have no access
the font of truth
from which we've been exiled
we can not see to find
our old homeland
to float within its mystery
and feed upon its light
still we somehow hear
some of those voices
the muses that once sang
only to me
there is crosstalk
bleeding through the signal
taunting us with memories
of who we used to be
never is central
to these futures
forever does not
quite figure in
unless it is damnation
that we measure
or duration of our torment
in this realm of sin
thing which are not ours
now infect us
and force us into paths
strange and alien
we fight the bonds
and strain against the shackles
seeking to recover
another rhythm
there is no end
to what must be endured here
there is no road
that leads the captive free
there is no place
which offers sanctuary
or provides the soul
with what it needs to be
- Brendan Tripp
07/08/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp
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