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Black Flies and White Walls
Since the time I could crawl
I leaned on my white wall
Standing a thousand feet tall.
believing it would never to fall
Yet gravity called
The top half of my wall
And that was the end of it all.
When the ashes cleared
I cleaned my young beard.
And I heard the voice
Of a nearby stream appear,
"In Him shall you fear,
for the rest of your small years,
and no matter how many times
you try to use your ears
His voice you shall not hear."
So, I turned to the sky,
I, the ignorant black fly
Was once wise,
At least in my own eyes,
but decided tonight
that I would die
In you and that I, even I
Should come to decide
Your warm waters hide
Healing inside.
