call me crazy. the moon spits
in the sky and all i can hear
is the deadly voice of illogical
magic. chasing the high like
high tide chases low. my borders
break down. the divine becomes
the divined, secret messages for
me alone in the rushing water.
i listen. i revel in the language
of the dark. 3am sneaks easy
into my skull. i take
the bitter pill every morning or
else i lose it all through
the stomach lining. keep me in
the stable. turn my music down.
bring the stuttering moon to
my hands so i can touch its face.