LAMENTATIONS

by David Eide

Passion is the bitter thing life shows itself to be in dreams. So pessimism descends, dropping down into an unannounced corridor. A world of darkness; a wonderful darkness, a kind of layer of bedding between himself and the hot atmosphere in the light of day.

In the unexpected corridor are pinpricks through which wild energies come, driven underground by the carnival above; they say, "We are the fluids you must learn to transform to make your art, capture us, learn us...."

Just as he gets used to the corridor he realizes it is not the goal; there is a sky that opens to the other side of space.