DEEPER IN THE DEATHLY SPIN
the dreams of day
are shattered, crushed,
brought down to ruin
in the chaotic flow;
the dreams of night
hang close to us,
in fevered states
and unsure worlds
too many threats
churn through the mind,
we are in constant shift
to find defensive stance
but there is no zone
without attacks,
no place to set
our back in safety
we have no faith
in anything now,
no belief in futures,
no trust in man;
all siren songs
of sugared lies
are cast away
before they tempt us
all desires, all needs,
go unfulfilled,
no plans result
in wished-for states,
no strivings build
a solid base;
just sand or mist
in wave and wind
we cycle lower
in the spiral flow
of flushed descent,
the world itself
collapses here,
growing smaller and viler,
darker and deeper,
in the deathly spin
- Brendan Tripp
09/07/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp