> The green fly, does not know
> That it lives but one day.

> Nor that it is birthed by
> Parthenogenesis.

> It knows to eat the rose
> And watch for the hornet.

> And to fly in the sky,
> When hands sweep toward it.

I'm sorry dearest.
This catatonic nonsense is not a reply.
But what else did you put yourself through
in order totry and mess with
something you can't touch?

Blind man stabbing in the dark,
you're stabbing at yourself.