it’s what I feared

feed into the life of me

the troublesome chances of bespoke nightmares

for what I desire and need

it is not here, or there

its everywhere

they tell their fortunes, tell a fate

the secret is my dear, is they do not know

what are these aliens

these people who write the headlines

who is born omniscient?

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