We may not know each other,
but you can hear me can't you?
I may not know you brother.
I suppose it doesn't matter.
I will beseech your senses through the veil.
There's a place that you reside.
Mortal plane present always,
notwithstanding deep inside.
Everything follows you,
long after it dies.
You can't see it anymore,
even if your clear your eyes.
Like a myth you filled my mind,
comfort I tried to find.
I could see you grow like the Great Alexander.
Long past the trite familial woes,
I failed to gerrymander.
We may never meet,
but at least I know you're out there.
Much unlike my brother diving into the life after.
Sometimes I think these types of thoughts belong,
into the ether.
We will go,
As our corpses rot away,
perhaps it doesn't matter anymore.
I'll see you in Albuquerque.
Man, I just feel quirky.