I was left handed when the flies flew in,

swatting them left and right,

five thousand or more,

the skies full of flies,

deafening my sanity,

my cup overflowing with insanity,

their buzzing cries,

cradles of lies,

a bed of dirt,

sand,

not of time,

but of not,

wind swept disasters,

plagues of trepidation,

hold the lasting temptation,

for the waves,

they come,

for the waves,

they do not end,

but life,

will…