ALL THINGS ASKEW
disruption
a chaos wrought
of pointless action,
mindless whirl;
no controlling,
no focus zone,
descent to madness
without escape
unmeasured angles
always down,
eliciting
all things' decline,
our course within
destruction's sway,
our vector frozen
unto that dark
the frame of loss,
a context set
with only absence,
negative sums;
nothing grows,
all is broken,
bleeding, battered in defeat,
biding on oblivion
and these returns,
so bitter, low,
we can not fit
our presence in this maze,
a puzzle reject
that won't belong
which lies unfitted,
a stranger without home
how far, how deep
can this be traced?
when was the breaking
that set all things askew?
when did diverge
the poisoned fate,
the curse's shove
off our true path?
- Brendan Tripp
06/10/2006
Copyright © 2006 by Brendan Tripp
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