hope in poetry

every time a tomorrow morning comes
something new might have happened
upending the terrible things that
are tearing you down every day

it might be something completely outside of your control
it probably has to be something outside of your control
to change for you while you are sleeping
either total random or at another’s whims
but whatever it is, whatever causes it to happen
it can be there for you
change can be there for you
it’s only just a small chance
but it’s worth waking up for
even at my worst moments I push through
because I know that things can still change
entropy may be on your side this one time
all systems are trying to find their way back
to disorder and to randomness
sometimes the forces that vex at your head and hard
only remain because they are super-organized and
the universe does not like organization
wake up again tomorrow
see if things have changed
they can

all your memories are ghosts
every person that you’ve ever been
is really just a distant echo of you
as you are right now
which is lucky because everything is now
the past is all spirits and the future unformed
life, being alive is a continuous bucket of now
until of course when life ends and
all your nows end along with it
stick with it for as long as you can
because this is now
and now this is now
and this too is now
you have a haunted house for a head
you get to live there in that mansion for a little while
don’t get bogged down in the fear of spectres
ghosts can fly and if you let them push you
instead of trying to hold them down all the time
you can fly too
wake up tomorrow
things might be different
it isn’t much but oh my God
it is something yet