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Lass

Voice travels

across the silent wailing air

of early morning,

well before sunrise.

Hoping desperately to convey meaning

to one already balancing

over a fragile state of affairs.

A soul thrashes furiously

beneath the encumbrance of weightless words

attempting to force a clenched mouth