EXISTENCE TRACKS DESCENT
1
a million hooks,
a million lines,
all grasp and pull,
stretch apart,
distorting form
and one with pain
stressed beyond
the breaking zone
2
in these depths
the mass implodes
as pressure rules
the unseen day,
driving inwards
without remorse
the crushing dark
obliterates
3
no rest renews
no sleep restores
waking nightmares
follow into somnolence
churning up
the undistracted mind
to panic states
and frantic dreams
4
space is ache,
duration anguish,
all dimensions
of this world
exude decay,
every axis
of existence
tracks descent
5
too much beauty
and too much loss
to venture outside;
embracing death,
all we value
fades away,
all we cherish
changes and corrodes
- Brendan Tripp
10/11/2004
Copyright © 2004 by Brendan Tripp
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Now, if I'm not mistaken, with this entry I'm all caught up with those various little notebooks. Obviously, I've not done audio for a zillion poems, but I have at least gotten everything that was scribbled and scrawled in various places typed up and in a file on the computer. I suppose that's something. So, all the stuff that's likely to be appearing here from now on will be new. I did write about 80% of one today, and need to get that finished up, so that might be showing up as soon as tomorrow. Lucky you, eh?