I sit bedside and listen to the stirrings of his mind snake their way through reason and folly see the flashes of the rational come and go watch the man I had come to call brother and friend as he wanders the borderlands between the light of awareness and the dark of the illness that laid him low
He has not died but lingers in half-life like a man tied to a heavy stone trying to drag it back to the light while darkness creeps behind robbing him of the notion he is a Sisyphus of the modern-day treading the same steps over and over while I sit in vigil bedside hoping to catch him aware and awake a chance to fare thee well rest now brother brave brave brother
I stand here by your side in dark or light vigil for the man who is not gone who wrestles with the darkness in favor of light