LAMENTATIONS

by David Eide

Standing at the midpoint between old and new he catches the truth between his teeth. He feels the crowds desire for something entirely new sweep through them on leisurely Sunday afternoons. The crowd is always mad or right. Do you wish that the Earth no longer rotated on its axis? Do you wish that the moon would fall from the sky?

A certain newness collapses a portion of each generation. They are shocked by a terrifying scene that shows them how eternal the new truly is.

But what is the old but the desire to re- enter the fabulous aspirations that allow us to create the new?

Nature will reclaim the people and fold them into its soft tufts.

Nature will re-claim the spirit and direct it to a propitious horizon.

Nature will light on a thousand new planets and carry the best spirit of human beings with them.

Nature will see in itself zero capability and send out a mighty laugh through the curvature of empty space.

What plan is there to deal with endless variations of the fascinating world? Species of worlds he hardly knows fly northward to land on the poets dry mind.

There is a certain progress to certain of his days.

Days when the conversations do not take place.

Days when he is appalled by where he finds himself.

Days when he finds his favorite birds in the trees before they disappear.

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