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