Idiot's delight!
that cannot ignite,
the obvious most
innermost, of a knowledge
most poorly received,
Pointed hat,
veering stealthily
towards that,
Worn by some,
to the invisible light,
Mistakes and all its
outtakes,
still breaks free,
like a homely sun beam,
On the worrier,
rehearsing for laughter!
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