Sea Sick

I float through the day
seasick with emotion.
Stirring dramamine and valeria
root in to chamomile tea.
So that I can dream
without fear of waking eroded and beaten by the chaos
of my moon-thought-beams.

Above my bed, I am with you. My left hand receiving
your right, interlocked.
The stab of waking empty handed, awaiting.
Madness begins to infect
serenity.

The entities above me laugh.
For I am human.

And we are meant to suffer.