WITHIN UNYIELDING WALLS
extra layers
of the haze,
over-clouding,
making day
impossible to align;
we draw out
far too thin
to form containment
no connections,
no mesh of gears,
external vectors
drag in their wake
all possible action,
all options we have;
no volition,
no intent
so many gaps,
we can't extend,
we've not enough
to span the times
and be one whole
from need to need;
each cell forgetful,
each form discreet
stuck in loops,
replaying time
but with new twists,
new forms of pain;
we can not reach
beyond the cycle,
or find escape
in some outside
demand the gun
behind the march
which shifts feet through
exhausting routine,
we are trapped within
unyielding walls,
unable to flee or fly
out of the cage
- Brendan Tripp
09/05/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp