Video et Taceo

-1-

My conscience whispers I am here to protect –

yourself to win. 

The events of the past may impinge on the present,

preventing us from moving forward. 

In an evolving landscape like Earth

the voices keep shifting from known to unknown,

from the familiar to the strange. 

Look straight ahead and behold everything I have said.

We are always changing.

-2-

The night speaks to me wondering why I came. 

The night says, “The light is so hypnotic. How did you breakaway?”

“Are we not one body like the limbs of a tree.”

“No.  I am the heart without a body.  The furtive beginning. 

From me all versions come

and when they fold into themselves they fold into me.”

“Like all creatures I come unto you for rest

to feel refreshed to begin anew. 

You are the source of vision,

so many visions so many see but cannot speak –

video et taceo.”

The burden of this continuation

the in exorable divinities and demons within

allow the tears of men and women to float

firmly suspended but ready to be moved by any horror or joyful destination.

We are curiously woven

and far away. 

The wars don’t really effect us. 

Individual killings barely raise a brow. 

We’re too embedded to be hounded

by all this shaking in the ground.

-3-

In Tanzania when the cheetahs and the lions appear

their eyes ablaze with hunger

the zebras will stand back to back –

a dazzling wall of black and white.

The predators cannot distinguish individuals from the herd.

In human society if you substitute the knowledgeable people

for the predators and the mass of humans for the zebras

you’ll see the difficulties

in breaking the hegemony

of mass culture.