Grand Design

Tearbleeding, there’s too much news

Of sad tragedies playing out

Looped like unhinged terror

Grinding teeth while fingertips

Pull glide

Slow, like mixed emotions

Down a blackboard

Screaming into the back of your skull

 

Discordant

 

Off-putting

 

Into another constellation

Forgetting stars in the tumble to Tartarus

Sourcing immortal suffering

Which goes on incessantly

 

 

Still

 

Even though

We thought we’d achieved a measure of beauty

 

Nothing transcends the grand design

 

Nothing

 

 

David Trudel  ©  2013

 

 

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