Can see yourself in evolution;
The history of our creation.
So dog's eyes, smiling,
Scare you and I'm dieing.
I can't shake this superstition.
Jesus, give me your permission.
And God's eye looks in
That ghost you don't believe in.
Someone let me live this way
And I cannot get rid of it.
Soft eyes.
Hard hands.
The shovel.
The garden.
The deep hole.
The secret.
The water to feed it.
The season of growing.
And to everyone knowing.
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