THIS FAULTY WEB
what proceeds from this?
we have only delusion,
bits of realities
which are not,
fragments of worlds
not our own,
and of these build
this faulty web
all perceptions here
are warped, twisted,
made unreal by tides
subtle and unseen
except in their passage,
swamping schedules,
beaching dreams,
dragging vision into depths
we can trust nothing
framed within the day,
too many ulteriors
lurk past facades,
too many feints
draw off the focus,
allowing time to shift
and intent lose the game
it is all a scam,
this life an illusion
masked by our pain,
which, while in essence
as empty as all else,
is immediate, gripping,
and very much the theme
of both waking and dreams
we sense the darkness call
and feel the vertigo
of the approach of the abyss,
soon new gravities
shall drag us lower still
to abased states,
deeper shadows,
and sadder days
- Brendan Tripp
10/14/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp