BTRIPP (btripp) wrote,

More Poetry

                    WHAT GOES UNKNOWN

                    paused in alliance
                    set against memory
                    we use intents
                    in transformation
                    but can not break
                    the grip of patterns
                    set in interplay
                    and conflict

                    too many words
                    and ways
                    too many modes
                    all morbid
                    the addiction creeps
                    with tendrils searching
                    into the brain,
                    the soul

                    are we lost
                    or are we free?
                    these forms appear
                    so similar
                    their lines overlap
                    as meaning blurs
                    and our intention
                    slip inactive

                    want and need
                    must be defined
                    with elements of will
                    the crystallizing force
                    derived of panic
                    sweeps off all plan
                    leaving action,
                    moment's demand

                    all grey
                    all haze
                    all empty, void
                    these vectors fail
                    where grids dissolve
                    leaving dimension
                    guessed as blind
                    in 3-space binds

                             - Brendan Tripp

                    Copyright © 2000 by Brendan Tripp
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