I saw butterfly, I see baby wolf

This is childish. It is spring and I saw a little wolfish dog ambling around aimlessly, then a butterfly flew into my face. Then again I prefer to talk about the modern menace and the inevitability of omnicide, which is such folly to worry about. That little dog is oblivious, and certainly not unique in that respect. Lucky him, e?

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baby sure is a useful word, she mused in false irony

Undazed we drove to work
and hung the crags and
begs of the little town

we pet a baby wolf
…a baby wolf

Baby wolf
I see you walking
pissin on a pile of straw

sniff the air:
ne’er a fire burnt
by the wheel

to the left it blew the
billoween starling-wraith
magnetic fold in-oh

you meet obtuse
your shadow grew as
spired light fades and dies.

One day soon the world will end,
for you (/kaboom) baby
But this is the legacy of god.

I witness skin begin to stir
in curtain come translucent light

truth: no love but mess and
blood is the legacy of god.

Don’t ask me what I want
I don’t want anything.

What’s so special about my birth and death baby?
it happens to us all.