Psalm Three

 On the day when my words
were earth.
.
.

I was a friend to stalks of wheat.


On the day when my words
were wrath
I was a friend to chains.


On the day when my words
were stones
I was a friend to streams.


On the day when my words
were a rebellion
I was a friend to earthquakes.


On the day when my words
were bitter apples
I was a friend to the optimist.


But when my words became
honey.
.
.

flies covered
my lips!.
.
.

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