URGENT RAGE br Boring… Spiralling… br Dark tunnel of urgent rage br br Searching unerringly for inception br Original moment br same pain known so well br br Sliding silently beneath tumult of thought br Down deep beyond where darkness lies br Facing ‘Illusion’ br Fumbling with the gauge br br Why do I reach this place below br While others travel past above br Not seeing further than the bridge br From which the wasted fell br br Life goes on in city streets br Paper cut-outs passing by br Each alone pretending still br That all sit neatly on one page br br Far below the pavement hard br Of conscious mind beset br Lies territory seldom seen br Where games of life are hell br br Buried drives, they mock and scream br Until we shake them free br But not before we’ve tamed their heat br And tempered urgent ragebr br tess fieldersbr br