By the way, I still can't get back into writing. This was written in three different chunks, which really bugs me (I mean, it's one thing if I write 2/3 of a poem on one day and then finish it up later, but how do I "date" a poem that was dribbled out over two weeks?). This poetry stuff has been kicking around my head as I've been doing a lot of "tidying up" on my various web presences and I'm thinking that (once I get into the files in my old computer which is still screwed up) I'm going to move the Poetry Site over to the old Eschaton Books web space rather than the AT&T space (which I can then get rid of), and get that updated (after years of it being sort of "abandoned"). Anyway ... I know I'm the only living being that gives a damn about that. On to the blithering:
BEYOND THAT CORE OF LOSS
1
there it is
all naked, bleeding
something internal
something arcane
some form of being
we can not reach
but now can see
no longer veiled
2
how can a lie
be the vehicle
for secret things
to find the light?
why can't the truth
demand of worlds
an equal state,
a useful path?
3
gems
these unfold
crease the blackness
and manifest
points of gleaming
and untold value
breeding now
behind the seen
4
no lines drawn
only drips
rain on pavement
blood on paper
a pattern intrudes
not from the real
but in the brain
feral yet complex
5
all actions churn
a froth of instance
a matrix wrest
of place and date
vector and intent
this stands for meaning
as though attained
beyond that core of loss
- Brendan Tripp
04/25/2007
Copyright © 2007 by Brendan Tripp
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