IN KNOWING NOTHING KNOWN
only substance
unexpected
from a matrix
of simple knowns
comes new life
in old frames
new hope
in fresh context
uneasy days
held bound
in focus on mundane
then released
into other lands
stranger zones
bizarre places
heard not seen
other cycles
from the past
echo here
other options
never made
swim to mind
as possibilities
still undone
too many times
brought to this abyss
to stare away
into its depths
too many times
brought to believing
without reality
completing this
no way to judge
no way to measure
what has become
over these days
we track the time
and freeze the language
hoping that their forms
generate new acts
- Brendan Tripp
04/21/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp