songs for keeping the watch: night 02

blessed are those who watch while others sleep. kit knew, his vigil kept
isolate and a fiction to while the hours down with. whittle. whistle.

a craft in the long arc of the evening resonant, taut and strung, harmonics
humming. i will stay for the changing of the watch, vigilant. with wit

to keep me company. trip of syntax/ morpheme split enough power generate
to fire a city electric for your return. sense of motion. sense of

balance on the edge of each hour flips & locks. i have not been idle,
the larders stocked & stockings mended stalking the ramparts for the sun.

i have seen many dawns of late but no early harbinger bearing you home. but
in the stillness of the last watch small birds thoughtless chirp & i your

owl will sleep by day & be content. plays are staged. the day changes.