Omerta

(omerta)

whisper your intentions
whisper not to be heard
whispers won’t break the surface
inciting the crowd by your words

can’t get through
this concrete veil
you lock truth out
can’t accept what’s

real

if I
could
communicate
with you
in this frail late hour
I’d beg
you to consider
(please)
can you lower your shields
oh just open up and

!come outside to play!

all this whispering
now what can it mean
you barely make a sound

damn this whispering
I still can’t hear a thing
and you cannot be found

(come outside to play)

I can’t pursue
what’s behind this veil
am I locked in or out?
can you whisper me what’s real?

(at REM 0)