Night-Noise

We all know it
Whether first dreams
Or last gasps before sunrise
We know the night-noise

How subtle its beginnings
Preying on our relaxed drift
That short time of remembering today
Imagining tomorrow

How little control
We have over these shadowed experiences
These realms of repression
Kept at bay during the day
Free to roam nights in our sleep

We awaken to disturbances
Unknown origins haunting our consciousness
Even as books
Scholars
Shrinks
Tell us
Such is not in our control

Relax
Shake it off
It's purpose served
Revealing something
Of one's closeted fears
Not known yesterday
Yet companions for today

Spring into your start
Imagined Coffee
Croissant
Smiles to the doorman
Even given to the cantankerous next door neighbor
Makes no difference
You're free
For...

Night-Noise
Having done its job
Convinces you you're awake
Wiser for the sleepless night
Less naïve
More attentive
Less than that who you never were
But were told you must be
Yet you are here
Serving the moment
Either identity

Run into the yard
Imagine ripping off your clothes
Dream of effrontery all around
Even though you are but in a cell
You created

One's life sentence
Grants no reprieve
Only night-noise
That strange redemption
Hope
Reality
Yet to be accepted