LAMENTATIONSby David Eide |
There is a beautiful space that allows the poet the freedom to indulge the love of mysterious worlds and their implications.
Sitting in his chair on the deck of his friends house , looking over the passing traffic , the poet thinks out loud. ‘Don’t they understand that knowledge structures the mind toward freedom so it can be free to do wonderful things?’ Knowledge does not exist so that the mind will get bogged down in the categories of anxiety. Are they superstitious of that which would free them?
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