4am
floating rings of black water,
broken harps wail in infant cries.
spitting into a can of rhapsody,
is what keeps me awake til 4am.
I discover silence and dance to its verse,
I am guided both by sorrow and bliss.
I chose pain most of all to ride with me this moment,
for guilt is not a pleasure but it is easy to sleep with.
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