TIGHTLY SET WITH HAZE
forged in the abyss,
grasped by dreams,
we lost all placement
and can't align;
all frames fall empty
set within the lie,
vision fails us,
tightly set with haze
panic runs these lines,
we can not fight
the unrelenting flow,
we can not break
out of temporal sway
and spin fresh hours,
weave spare days
beyond this rush
so much action,
so little shift,
we run unmoving
in the waking dream,
gaining nothing
for all our toil,
building nothing
in exertion's waste
no belief,
no trust remains;
systems falter,
all dreams fail,
we are adrift
so far from shore
unable to journey
to find our home
so broken, fractured,
there is no whole
to format sway,
no inner strength
or true cohesion
to press against
these dire restraints
and cause their yielding
- Brendan Tripp
09/29/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp