LAMENTATIONSby David Eide |
The poet cries out. "The world is open again; the world is open again." Defined by pernicious conflict the spirit of the world burned a useless cold, addicted to tensions, chasing imagination into terrible zones. What is the threshold of something starting but the attributes in full play?
Would that be abstract to our sorrows, the poet says, would you become infinite in delight again?
And in delight are new stories. And happiness for the man who conceives at the depth and circumference of his imagining self.
New world that seeks out life on other
planets.
New world that views itself as a
sustainable value.
New world that drives the freeway in
electric cars.
New world that brings new power to
account.
New world in love with the particular.
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