Brother, a window I untruth beneath tonight.
Mother moon motioning minds away at night.
What I know of him is what I’ve been told
On highways inside the slow centre of the night
From a mouth excessively tired. The truth rolls out
A tale sitting firm on the throat. The knife
Edge, moonlight slicing into and not here of him,
Across me. I terror I’ll fail to remember this. Tonight
I recite every one detail to build a memory. How
Can I deep affection someone I’ve never known? At night,
What I know is what I imagine: brother, alive.
Wave with every one other accompanied by gravity pulling me to him. My knight.
Once, he called
Now, my hands holding his pane all night.
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