BTRIPP (btripp) wrote,
BTRIPP
btripp

Yet More Poetry


                    FALLEN, UNWHOLE


                    what was not
                    before
                    in coordinate frame
                    these nail
                    targeting time
                    no matter what
                    becomes
                    of the intent

                    not our voice
                    not our visage
                    the scramble zone
                    has spun
                    out stranger forms
                    wove webs
                    unstrung by us
                    unsure and unknown

                    how to see
                    the final style?
                    meaning has fallen
                    purpose died
                    the vector charted
                    loses sense
                    calendars' focus
                    is not enough

                    nothing matters
                    nobody cares
                    the hard fact remains
                    that efforts bleed
                    to void alone
                    distant, forgotten
                    empty,
                    unresolved

                    if our hatred
                    could take a shape
                    and walk the world alive
                    if our passions
                    could be the storm
                    and blast with fire
                    then these could matter
                    their essence be retrieved



                             - Brendan Tripp
                                11/20/2000

                    Copyright © 2000 by Brendan Tripp
 
 
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