... and more poems ... DIRE ATTRACTIONS insane patterns, psychotic lines, all runs crazed here, all twisted, diced, and rearranged to puzzles of being, Gordian knots in time and convoluted space no map for this, it's all the map; dimensions shifting, directions deranged, no way to chart a course that leads to saner ground and better light how can we tell which way is up? all vectors taste of the abyss, and gravities, a chaos sphere of dire attractions into death spins too much tension twists apart the grid, things fall from context and into void; all is conflict, raging and blind, a darkness sweeping into lower states frustration seeds madness which blooms in violence, the frantic lashing against the outside; insanity fills the world, all is striking and breakage, fragmented vistas and shattered decay - Brendan Tripp 10/11/2002 Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp