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We meet again, tonight like all others,

Silent, quiet, staring at our thoughts

While other ones we smother.

Put an end to all things rational

At this time of our dementia.

Hearts pumping in unison over the same

Yet knowing of a differ. Mind sent astray.

Moon capped with swirling clouds

And the stars are not as bright. Hours

Roll by and the clock spins to our own

Special hour. The time we know all to well.

The clock should be there. Planted.

Ever permanent, ever still. The hands

Of the clock dead and motionless.

Resting on the solemn 12. Together,

Seeing each other lost and kept,

Loved and hated, we realize that we are,

In a sense, brothers. Your smooth face

Never moving. Never changing.

Never angry nor sad nor happy.

Always there for me and I for you.

The 12 now lonely as

Your face turns to 2. And tomorrow,

Tomorrow I shall be with you again.

Tomorrow I will stay and share  

My darkest feelings.

Tomorrow, Brother Midnight.