The Machine

Letters and numbers call us out in like time
clicking and clattering like some old machine
a typer gone mad
and you look down at yourself and reveal that
you haven’t been tuning the clockwork at all 
and the mass mess of gearshift madness
cobwebs and sadness
just nearly escaped your notice
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