Thank You Brother

I'm afraid I am not altogether together right now.

It's that time of night-

The time of night when dark is fluid and the stars move with frightening insistence.

The time of night when the world rotates a little too fast on its axis.

No-one sees it because they are asleep, but I see it.

My Brother is fucking with my head again.

I'll take this oppurtunity to become nocturnal,

To be a wild kid of the black sea,

Which still crests and flows,

Though the moon isn't out to give the miasma orders.

I'll crush my lungs with the weight of the ocean.

I'll look up to see those rapidly blurring stars.