Night Notes

“Night Notes”, a poem with irregular rhythm. First draft was 2/2/2017, has been extensively cut down because parts were mostly incoherent.

A movement awakened, a crowd exposed.
Who holds the loudspeakers? Who
weathers the trolls? How long do
they carry? How long hold the seams?
What must think the neighbors, and
what words do they speak? What
methods to mend? What methods to
hint? Or at who do they aim, of what
do they dream? Of each realignment,
of each apparition, of each dart
of malice, of each gerrymander, of
each question thought, and each
left unanswered.

Today is your day, as always it may.
But see what is wrought and see what
is bought. The present is all, all ever is
was, the uncountable instant, the ever
unsought.

See, the world is your canvas, the dire
chance now. But tribes misalign,
and hurt ever seeds,
all echo-chamber soundings,
all misattributions,
all death-grip dogmatic,
all follow-the-leaders
all blankety-blanks.

So what does they choose? And who
is they be? All uncertain laughter,
all hard ragin’ tears, so think first
and after, breathe deep challenge fear.

A rhythm is playing, a torrent askew,
it’s all in the balance, ever was ever
will, a river is flowing, all over
this Earth, we’ll not get another, we’ll
not stand back soft, so light darkened
faces, together aloft!

So maybe you won’t, or maybe you will.
Choose methods and verses, try not take
a spill. But your life is this moment,
this day, this year. Make it stick,
make it strong, & do never lose
will.

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