A Steampunk Orange

My rassoodock relentlessly revolving

 like the                           greased

  and                                  gleaming

                                          golden gears

   of a                                 steampunk clock,

                                        incessantly grinding

               in         a race

                                 against

                     time,

     spinning out fresh

ideas                until finally

one,                  fragile,

                      fraying

         spring

                       pops         

                               loose,

                                         sending

                                               my thoughts

                                           spiraling

                                      out

                                           of

                                             control,

                                        making

                                   me

                          scream,

                    “Cuckoo!”

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