The Fox, Part One

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The rantings and ravings of one, Fox. The effervescent provocations of a world gone awry. I am God.

Submitted: August 19, 2008

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What do you call a fox with a black eye? Is he really so sly after all? Am I so transparent that you can see right through my cloak and dagger, only to find that you're on my mind 24/7? Methinks it's not so easy, but to you it's a Sunday morning garden brunch.

Hello? Anyone there? I must be thinking out loud when I see your face and hold you in my arms for the n*teenth time, because your silence eludes even the most attuned mental RADAR. I'm hanging by a shred of flesh here, but don't worry baby, I'll pull myself up. I'm watching everyone, but they don't know it. I'm hiding in the shadows, in your closet, and under your bed. I'm the Boogeyman, darlings. I'm a fox in humans' clothing.

Heightened awareness aside, I'll be attending Sunday service in your neighborhood with a red corsage and a Black Bible, waiting for the next disgruntled teen to walk out and cry for freedom. There, I'll show them the light of music, and so shall it be that death seize the day. I may have lost this battle, but I'll be DAMNED if I lose this war. The white flags of piety are red with the blood of martyrs. Fr. Pariah is talking to you, are you listening? I am. Intently. I half-way applaud his gentle message of love and violence. And I half-way dream of slaughtering every false idol who claims to be like me and like you -- unique. We're all the same, didn't you know that?

But I digress. If a tree falls in the forest, but no one is around to hear it, will it cry for God in its last moments of life? Will every living thing on this or any other planet call out to a higher being in their final moments, in hope of solidity and enlightenment? Or will said entity call to them for a \"unique\" perspective of death? Which way does the river flow, anyway? I say it's perfectly still...stagnant, in fact. And I, the fox, will be waiting here, watching as so many attempt to cross and fail every time. I will lie in the shadows, pondering life and death, anticipating a chance encounter with you. For you are death, and I am truth.


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