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Growing up, I was trained just like a dog,
With a conscious as blurry as the deepest fog,
My tail wagged eagerly at the voices of authority,
Who convinced me that what school, church, and the news told me,
First a sighting that feels…
Odd.
Something is coming.
Not rapidly,
But gradually,
Allowing time to prepare.
