Drip. Drip.
Steady, never
ceasing drops of
illogical chaos slowly
fills the Bucket of Calm that
sits under the continuously Leaky
Roof of Irrational Fear, closer and closer
to the rim, the anxious drops pound one after
another across the surface of the building hysteria
until the the water of panic floods the Floor of Sanity.

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