from “no one else can live my life”

Everything people say about owls is a lapse because everything they say

Comes from reading or hearsay but owls do not live in information or other

People, owls live in hollows        inside this shell there is nothing

Inside this shell is nothing, all sound of ocean        everything I say is

A lie because everything I say comes from the same source as what they say

I am disorder I am on the side of disorder, the theoretical end of entropy

Is uniformity        everything I write is true because everything I write

Comes from my life that is a nontransferable path no one else can live it

Not any better or any worse        lack of proof is the fatal flaw of 

Retroactive manifestos I can know how things happen but never quite the 

What or why in histories        untended hedges straggly oleander bushes

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