STRANGE SHIFTS RESET
strange shifts
reset the flow,
we take sudden steps
which cross some plane
from jungle
into crystal,
from dullness
into art
can we believe
this illusion true?
can we trust
that this is not
a trap new set
to lure us subtly
to some as yet untried
form of demise?
no, we trust nothing
and know that change,
even from vile smothering stasis,
can be to states far worse;
yet we have seen
how cycles variate
and perhaps now
we've hit a milder zone
but there's no mild
within damnation,
what changes here
always have a there
that's not been counted,
and this then twists,
spin out tentacles
to strangle any hope
how brief belief
can flicker when
attempting to dispel the dark,
how sad and futile,
pointless and pitiful
in a world so corrupt
there can be no lighting
no true source for sight
- Brendan Tripp
08/23/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp