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.
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