Think I was never here, there or anywhere.
I have and will continue to be here, there or anywhere.
My Mayan warrior seeds exterminated once, twice and more.
Seeds never die, they sleep and return when you think it ended.
I return and think of my family tree.
I’m who I’m because the seeds were me.
Pain, suffering, and extinction has been the struggle.
Now, you live and claim I’m not here, there or anywhere for you.
I’m here, you are there, and I will continue to be here until the end of time.
Seeds grow, they are evolution, and you are the result of the Mayan seed.
You
April 15, 2013
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