CHURNING WITHOUT EFFECT
all new modes of failure
and insults to intent
we can not form a prayer,
gel into a rote,
we ride on panic
driven by chaos
and the sleeping blindness
hit too close to home
never do plans
erupt to fruition
always some falter
intrudes from outside
to shock the flow
derailing motion
breaking vectors
into useless shards
the lines remaining
have no map,
on surface random
they twist from fractured places
and weave through time,
their only meaning subtle
and very hard to read
when stuck amid that path
strains erupt now
within abilities
unfamiliar to us;
this is the sneakings
of time's decay,
dragging the body
ever towards the grave,
no matter how we scheme
so much churning
without effect
so much is expended
to go nowhere else
we prepare for futures
which have no anchor
evident in the real
spinning useless hope
- Brendan Tripp
09/20/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp