The owl quietly kills,
a farmer he milks,
all stone’s of significant size stand perfectly still…
while you carve hearts to life,
but that’s no tree
and that no lovers knife.
Meanwhile,
these fly’s survive a thousand you’s and I’s
in the single day they get to both
live and let die…
I didn’t axe
but I been explained to by both
elder and pied pipe alike…
but they both cant warn me of themselves
nor protect a blackhole from a white blood cell.
You can t protect a convict from his baby pictures.
Earth is a close collide of all possible perfects ,survived…
no god or odds perfect…
the shark, now that’s purpose.
Owlshark
Doseone
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