in parentheses

You live in a ghost sister, whom you let numb away your body and let grow a revulsion who shall vanish you, fore you hurt from the loss of time, and your brother, who comes to you from the farthest black rim from the edge where falls all the world from your oblivion, you cannot look and see brother you cannot look and know brother you cannot look and speak baba again, fore vision with the world is gone, that there was one who fell the night and broke into your secret world and left you in absence to kick every hand away, but please not mine sister, not brother who will become the tower for you if you need to hurt alone, not brother who will become the white mansion for you if you need to disappear, not brother who will become your way if you need to return to you, fore I am here