LAMENTATIONS

by David Eide

Stories enliven the sacrificial existence. He sacrifices everything that is important to the people for the simple things that keep his soul supple, alert , and laughing. He laughs to keep away the pressing needs that seek victims like drug dealers or a virus.

Let me hear the stories that startle my spirit back into action! Let me hear the tales that round off the mind with a pleasant sensation Let me see the world represented by dancing words.

Let me give thanks for the privilege of experiencing stories as realer than the hard, predisposed world.

Stories! Run rampant through my brain and let me see my powerful characters!

The world that moves in a story moves along plans of expectation that youth captures quickly. Locality drifts upward to the passing winds and shuffle to the next hemisphere. Wonderful faces appear to the poet, disembodied, and not speaking.

Faces that are lifted from the plane that gives them shape.

Faces that are cast in the fires of wisdom.

Faces filled with hope and good feeling.

And they move through the mazes of the poets dreams commingling with unseen lands that exist for a moment and linger for eternity. They mimic the general activity of men but set off on their own adventures animated by the desire not to allow the substance of things to dissolve into nothing.

Stillborn ships pull the mind to thoughts of a magician and his consort.

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