Omitting the Article

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Swimming with the tigers

I wave to the sharks on the shore

Steeped in tears the day breaks away

Like a string of pearls jerked from about a neck

 

Each tiny universe cascading from doom

To rebirth, renaissance daily,

Only the format at our discretion

 Unspools over the lips of our smiles 

 

Our ancestors feared falling from trees

While we work for the luxury to divine omens

And the world’s roundness is perfected

In the hungry bellies of soon-to-be saints.

 

Hoot says the owl

Wide awake at 3 am

As we frolic at the end of the world.

He can finally get some sleep.

 

 

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