DISPARATE, CONTRARY
into that darkness
by forces torn
tossed violent
made unable
we sweat fear
and breathe dread
uncontrolled
unaussuaged
lower currents
have come to rule,
they weave madly,
an avalanche of worms,
wriggling, incising,
twisting vision,
warping recall
into all the forms of hate
too many gravities
are in this space,
they tear at us,
urging into falls;
we can not steer
a safe path through,
we can not distance
from the madness
we face a night now
so rife with peril;
we have no plan
to back us up,
only vectors scrawled
in dolorous hours,
and places of need
for us to achieve
if we fail
and horror comes
who would wonder
at that failure?
but if we succeed
will any care,
would it matter
even to ourselves
- Brendan Tripp
08/28/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp