DROPPED INTO DISJOINT WAYS
it's nothing
if not absurd
no support
no being held
within these frames
within these lines
amid the structures
of wasted day
we are set
as in concrete
left forgotten
embedding now
all things needed
are too away
await decay
unmasking bone
only remainder
only drift
we are bound
and can not pass
all tortures ours
experienced
no longer buffered
yet not set free
from strange pasts
visions rush
that can't be counted
or even named
how have these creatures
found us here?
what triggers
their release?
now too shallow
now too dark
we muddle, murk
and huddle low
seeking paths
which aren't away
yet are apart
from what is now
- Brendan Tripp
10/11/2000
Copyright © 2000 by Brendan Tripp
- BT