An Enchanted Clockwork

Some insanities feel like a choreLike an innate programmed reactionTo the mundane and mediocreLike an unwanted, pre-existing creatureInside your brain cruel enoughNot to explain its possibilityAn enchanted clockwork ofFeeling and fault ofSins and atrocitiesAnd the only seemingly appropriate Response is silent insanity t.h.

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