a quiet maritime dilemma

at
4:25 in the morning,
the silence becomes
just a little bit more
than silence,
it becomes
a deafening noise.

there is no exclamation point
to this,
it becomes a sentance
that just won't end.

and you will thank your god
if you can hear a stray drunk
talking to the mortar
of a sleeping building,
only because
it's a distraction.

you should never want
to be like this,
in the dark,
reaching for ghosts
that make for
transparent shores.

it's just
another method for drowning.

you only want to go to bed,
and you wish
that your bed was impermeable
to the sound
that water makes.