LAMENTATIONS

by David Eide

Yes for those fifty minds or less who have moved him to the level life is intended to move. And when he returns to walk the street there is liveliness among the eternal people. "Oh, you are always here. I have met you and I know which ones to look out for!"

Giant thoughts and quaint characters spin through the poets mind as he goes to the store to buy a baguette and cheese. Is this unhappy state suspected by the stranger who glances at him? He is unhappy because he is not sure whether his great joy is simple illusion; simple desire to escape the pressing issue of the day; simple desire to escape the common responsibilities of life. They say with their eyes, "you will not escape the responsibilities, you will step deeper down into them and learn to love them."

The dreaded eyes! The eternal eyes! And they never see what is necessary to see. So they keep staring and staring into the faces of those who they despise.