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.

This poem is about: 
Me

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