The Spiderhead of Practiced Madness
by Michael Doyle

Forced into our darkest compulsions
We have no sense but to feel revulsion
Slipped needle holds its riddle darkly
The truths revealed are shown starkly

The spider's head feels so libertine
Until examined for what it really means
Injected in the name of arcane science
There is a tripping point that exceeds conscience

Sometimes it's hard to remember who you were
Before the web of life became its blur
And it helps to hear that calm still voice
That reminds us that decisions made are our choice

It's a forced experiment hidden in self-darkness
That encloses each of us with its harshness
Called out like a bingo card that is half-filled
To win or lose is the draw quietly revealed

(c) August 29, 2022  Michael Doyle
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