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A reflection of those I know and love. Maya. I am that which I have learned to be,

an animal instinctively surviving in a jungle of concrete and condo

and just plain con.

My intuition is replaced by superstition. My god is reduced to "mumbo jumbo" I

never wrote. Fox the fox. Pray or be preyed upon.

"Where are you?" might be the better question.

What godforsaken time of man is it?

What have we evolved into?

What madness have we created in the name of civilization?