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






Into another constellation

Forgetting stars in the tumble to Tartarus

Sourcing immortal suffering

Which goes on incessantly





Even though

We thought we’d achieved a measure of beauty


Nothing transcends the grand design





David Trudel  ©  2013




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