WITHOUT GAPS OR FADES
1
what flows open
yet empties out
through illusion
and into disgrace?
what enables
nothing of the good
yet places evil
at every hand?
2
nothing builds within this,
nothing swells, over-rides,
bringing void to all systems
all states and zones;
we lose track here,
the temporal mode
no longer speaks,
so convoluted now
3
reality is expressed
in the black finish
of the passing cars;
what we know is warped
by every curve and angle,
twisted from our frame
into some maddened form
which eclipses the eye's
4
not without effort,
nor without pain,
we fold these lines
as to make out
something substantial
without gaps or fades,
yet still the dawn
erupts with flame
5
in that cycle
taken ever down
the cloaked histories
of failed intent
never making
the outer mark
only these scars
so deep within
- Brendan Tripp
10/02/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp