Mark Andrew Holmes

The wind blows above the earth,

The wind unites everything.

Eternal present, blabbering with little sense,

Myopia (or presbyopia) calling itself wisdom.

The earth was here in the beginning;

It will be here in the end.

And always, eternally, the sterile sky soars above the wind.

Earth and sky know all;

Earth may yield up all its secrets one day;

But the sky never will...cannot.

© 2007 by Mark Andrew Holmes.

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