Incipient, they say it's incipient,
like it's about to happen.
Boom! Biff! Pow! It's no
longer coming it's
here it's you it's your
identity it's your cloak
it's a sigil you have hung
about your neck it's the analysis
given to you by some
Oprah fucking reject
An insipid machine-eyed retread
A flash-forward happenstance
No matter, no chance
it's almost never tied to
(never never never)
tied to
you
is it?
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