LAMENTATIONS

by David Eide

Characters arise with a single brush against the stranger in run-down grocery stores. Or, is there something in the poet rebelling against the demands of the reality? And if they were not characters what would they be?

Mind music floats free from the angry will of the worlds savor. One by one they plead their case. There is the unlit howling substance the poet is never prepared for that drives him from his aspirations.

And yet, doesn’t reality present itself as a clarity, as something that is acted on, through which both the act and the subject become crystal clear?

There is a natural mystery the mind gravitates toward to survive the onslaught of objects and acts.