Can't see yourself in evolution; The history of our creation. So dog 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.