political

Have I lost my political?
Or have I hidden it so well
That now I cannot find it myself
Even when it speaks with my voice
Even when it acts with my body
And appears in passport pictures
And social media sites?
 
Is it dangerous
Am I dangerous
As the political hidden
In feelings of confusing plurality
In talk of diversity and difference
This politics of the nonpolitical
This caused the tragedies of our times
Am I the bomb
The next massacre
The next murderer
The next truth
Of this age
 
Why do I fear the political?
Who fears me?
And which political to be?
There are many.
I know it when I see it
Or I see it when I want to?
But I know somethings.
I defend some positions.
I do not impose.
Is morality impositions?
If so I am not there.
If so morality is dead with politics.
Some politics is dead.
Which one is alive?
Does it matter?
Dead is some.
Does it matter?
 
I wonder.
When will I find my political?
When will it give up its invisibility? 
To the world
To me…
 
J.GJ.
​2012