Analysis of until this creature fits

sister to the seven stars
26 shades of anguish
overstep the shallow moon;
a still-slept pool of waterlight
kept tight until this creature fits
until the slumber sets itself
upto some level height

the moon, love
that knew us in our youth
the droplet in eyes
in spires
of certain churches.
the sky, love
that wheeled amoung us
the parting glance
in stages
of acceptance

and thee?
what sits ill in head, Sebastian?
this mid-level illness?
surely more than suited to the Old Habitual Treatment?
(and if ever was the language meant to convey more meaning, then this was it)

the distant
strings of fairy lights
glowed like pale luminescant worms
like strings of pearls
reflected on the
swaying waters
of the
nighttime
bay