Going or Belonging?

Away with moonbeams!
Hardcore novelists,
Activist artists,
Even twee critics
Shout in print these days.

Everyone’s convinced
Themselves that, if they
Only monitor
You and each other
Better, that’s better.

It’s a great era
For the monitors
And the monitors
Who cry out against
Other monitors.

The self monitors
Are most sorrowful.
We are privileged
To go anywhere,
But belong nowhere.

They seek out the few
Who live as of old,
Or close, or fight to,
Cry, We admire you!
Moonbeams belong, too.