Staggered beating

It's the devil in the details,
The hairline fractures
Along the seams
Of a broken heart,
Its staggered beating
Like a cracked clay vase
By the edge of a stream,
An endlessly flowing
Mirage of dreams,
Empty promises,
Taboo words,
That somehow I seem destined
To have never heard.

A thousand thoughts per second
Without release,
That's what it's like
To have anxiety.