Where Do I Land?

The city hums

a low, relentless buzzing

laced with the stench of human urinals,

the beat of angry cars

nearly colliding,

crashing like tidal waves

if not for fate

intervening at the very last second,

amused by its own timing.

High above it all, I wait

a lone wolf,

while my pack builds the world without me,

dictating who I should become

to belong in it.

They whisper

inequality,

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