Poetically Drunk
The world moves
faster than the norm.
The ink flows from my pen
faster than the liquid night
that pours through my veins
like blood.
This is no strange creature -
but the poison within me
that flows and intoxicates,
beyond reason
and comprehension.

My child,
be still -
Be silent beneath
the stars that dance
forever in their rhythm.
Wake not
the children of the earth.
They shall rise on their own
well enough.
Be still,
and be silent,
as we move through
this liquid night
to sit atop
the man-ruined earth.