The secret of a bowling ball

The track is laid
The template cut at birth
We have to be blinded
To see it in retrospect

We are no more than
Rocks smoothed by tumbling water or
A rooster rushing into vixen’s jaws
From the throes of a cloacal kiss

The secret of a bowling ball
Is to settle into its
Ride in the gutter

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