LAMENTATIONS

by David Eide

"No man can die for me," the poet says, "therefore no man can think for me. No man can experience jetting worlds diving into my spirit. Therefore, I am free and happy."

But then, no one to embrace! What seperates the poet from what he loves and the boyish feeling that all his affection will be met with affection?

"I will embrace others when my powers are carried by the transmitting waves of the world."