Deception digs

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?

Self-fulfilling prophecy

is the gate through which

we all must at some time pass.