where sprouts the singular.
Thought fallen into the heart
in vacant spirit penetrates you
where you think.
Shimon Bar Yoahi could be in no other place
than this dark cave
knocking, unheeded at closed gates
for the sake of transparence.
Lo yikaret is a promise made to broken men
And it is true we must cut-off the path to miss
clarity in the sense of silence.
Today, you can enter any building
you can look from any window
and yet much can’t be explained.
What is Petre Tutea for in destitute time?
What lies beneath the surface?
Beneath tv screens?
is the gate through which
we all must at some time pass.
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