Can't see yourself in evolution,
The history of our creation,
So dogs' eyes smiling scare you about dying
I can't shake this superstition,
Jesus give me your permission,
And god's eye looks in like a ghost you don't believe in
Someone hit me with this wish,
And I cannot get rid of it:
Soft eyes, hard hands,
A shovel, a garden,
A deep hole, a secret,
And water to feed it
A season of growing,
And soon, everyone knowing
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