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
11/13/2000
Copyright © 2000 by Brendan Tripp