Unquestioned voices resonate in my head

I listen to some of them for a while

maybe they might say and touch on something with substance.

Folding myself into history I unfold into the present

This is my culture but it doesn’t represent me

it asks for a reward every time oil is spun into golden weapons and societies

and then woven into an image of a prosperous future while it destroys flora and fauna

and contaminates air, water, space, bodies, and land.

I am American in the frame of the paper

crossing from checkpoint to checkpoint

at times my demeanor arouses a memory of the foreign-

of a necessary enemy.

All roads don’t lead to Rome

most of them will take you to the reservations, modern plantations,

torture sites, and military occupations

but then again-

where is it that you intend to go?

Didn’t this moment happened before?

Not to us- of course…….

But it did happen

Dreams don’t come true

unless they are invented by you

and I know this now-

more than ever…..

being here in this place- in your dream.

The dreamer woke up and everything disappeared.

It all disappeared everything-

especially the eyes.

“Your eyes should have remained”

They didn’t.

All that remained was a sound and a feeling.

While pyramids and cities crumble and dry out for lack of understanding ……

while my body dissolves to the rhythm of a chaotic expansion-

I will not die…….but culture and ideology will.

While a voice is heard- your voice

I will not die.

“We will begin to record.

Are you ready now?”