BROKEN, SCATTERED, LOST
so much goes without
we lose the words
spun of dreams
and waking sleep
we transit twixt
the place we are
and the frame
of distance seen
too many things
are lodestone to the eye
too many oceans
deem our immersion
as their right
too many worlds
tax this soul
as subject of the realm
we are divided
into so many ways
bits and packets
all seeking to expand
to fill the whole
overlaying with demand
every moment
every fragment of our time
the source is missing
the central theme
has been displaced
we lie in doldrums
lacking current
craving wind
searching streams
to carry us away
every function
and facet of our lives
stands justified
within its light
but none have bearing
upon the world
floating empty
like treasures in our dreams
- Brendan Tripp
02/16/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp
