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The Fly 5/1/2012
A fly on the wall doesn't know who to call.
A bird or a bee?
The land or the sea?
He looks and he waits.
The spider comes as he hesitates.
A little bit more into the web, just to feel the ocean ebb.
When the fly knows the earth, he remembers how quick it was since the day of his birth.
Then the wind blows.
The web goes.
Down in flames.
Nothing remains, but a poor little fly, eaten by a spider.
And what is now a reminder, of life.
Is how high that little fly, never got.
But what he should have thought, was about that web.
And the ocean's ebb.
And all the sand that washed everything away.
The moon killed the tide until it died.
Walking on water, the spider never did.
But the fly, drowned instead.

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