The First Line Is Heard From Somewhere Else

The first line is heard from somewhere else The second line builds on it And the third and those after Until another stanza begins That says in an easier and more focused way What the first stanza struggled for- The poem ends when it ends Not knowing always if it has ended- For the poem must be rewritten line by line once again And perhaps too within it it will fail in indecision As the end often does. The last line is heard from all the other lines But sometimes I hear too much And sometimes not enough And often I do not know If it is right But there are times When the last line brings all the other lines together And the end is the one end there should be.