We do not see the great project
collapse and the suffering humanity
scatter. Why would the future care for the
delicate precision of our thoughts? They will
simply be a novelty to them as they move,
restlessly, to the whir of new imperatives.
The vital world that greets the poet
excites him and drives him onward
through his profoundest pessimism.
© 2001 David Eide. All rights reserved.