Juxtapose

Waiting patiently for the words to come,
Awake my words,
To string together pearls.
I think that I have been foolish
In throwing them to pigs,
But I find, after all,
That I have thrown them to myself.
Strings of everready trains of thoughts,
The strand has been broken,
(Where I do not know),
Somewhere along the line.
And somehow everyone finds me,
Quite human,
My mouth gaping like a fish,
Proceeding out only garbled praise.