At Daybreak

My words catch and roll

Like marbles in my throat.

Choke on the inarticulate,

Unreleased into stagnant air.

But do not despair!

For the night is far too quiet

For utterances of instability.

So swallow these stones

Coated in mania and chaos

And save this madness that creeps,

Unforeseen and steep,

For the coming dawn.