MORE DISJOINTED THAN THE REST
this is the center point
on the outer range
the utmost reach
of the structured zone
this is the fragment line
in the dark expanse
and the horizon shift
between the realms
we enter spheres
yet undefined
seeking forms
as yet unframed
the patterns swirl
within the mind
and grasp upon
the grains of light
what grows on grids
placed there like this?
how do these stay
past moment's pause?
what myths entail
our passage through
arising these new worlds
alien to our eyes
our darkness
is discounted there
only noted
by the aura's glow
what is remembered
as we pass
into history
never read?
the time, the place
these fragment, shift
moving forward
cycled down
no more the vision
carries light
no more the journey
rumbles on
- Brendan Tripp
03/02/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp