Decisive Singing Four AM

Almost frighteningly loud
Crickets on the borrowed lawn
Under warm and heavy clouds,

It’s not only Wittgenstein
To whom it’s occurred
You’re always alive aware.

We would point out you’re often
Alive not at all aware,
But yes, you’re not yourself dead.

Why make any decisions?
Because you can’t decide not
To decide and stick to it.

Ache, listening to the crickets.
You’re caught up in this chirping
In the dark with all the rest.

You could give it a rest, but
You can’t because you are. You
Can’t not sing until you can’t.