In the early hours we speak;
Your words break the chains
of the previous day.
The language of rest
resides and resonates
within this chary heart.
I am transmuted,
from state to strength
in a time so unassuming.
While upon the mattress,
a quiescent air descends
From spackle to carpet.
And intellect cannot reason
with a sagacious spirit
and an impalpable embrace.
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