You are, you know, generic.
It's just
you invented the genre
yourself, and we've
come to trust your surprises
uniquely-conceived, one not
like the other. Too easy,
believed in one long summer
swallow, and lofted to heights
- we shan't find tomorrow,
when hindsight blights.
With the bloom off the novel
and everything plain.
Pattern recognition
you somehow dodge
every instant of commission
clicks in like a frame
same same
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