Soaring above those

Andean peaks

I circle watching

Alpacas graze

Poncho laden men

Mold the fertile earth

I spy cuy

Running to and fro

SWOOSH

Blood drips from my talons

I am condor

*Cuy is a Peruvian guinea pig. It is a delicacy when skinned and roasted

I am disconnected

No longer understanding

MY Purpose

Life's purpose

I am not suicidal

I am benign

I am caught

Between

contentment and

melancholy

I have become neutered

I want the passion back

Certainty to coming knocking

With news of my future

I am tired of the what ifs

And the what will be's

Someone told me

That I had no fear

Of GOD

Ergo, happiness

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