Anyway, got a poem in today ... I don't know ... it seems less coherent than usual ... but here it is:
WHERE IS THE WAKING?
that which becomes
delusional
that which becomes
illusionary
that which becomes
caught up in dreams
shared by many
analyzed by few
every aspect repeats
and echoes in the mass
reverberates in the sleep
which hangs so heavy
coast to coast
and round the globe
a dark agreement
an unsensing pact
how can we battle
against this haze
how can we fight
against this dullness
what place is there
within that world
for one who stirs
when all others slumber?
I move in shadows
and hear the breath
of millions' rest
their unquestioning ease;
they do not see
the looming walls
the razor bars
the torture cage
I walk along
the edge of dreams
which leak from them
and fill my world
with nightmare forms
not of my bidding
I wait in doldrums
for the time of waking
- Brendan Tripp
05/23/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp