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.

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