Our Certainty Deserts

by beeseeker

Millions of mortal years
In the making –
Born of violence and pressures –
Light, the beginnings of life,
Worships and wisdoms
Takes a mere
Eight velocity minutes to reach us;
Battering against our thin,
Comfortable-ignorance shells:
The dry winds that dance
At the edges of
Our certainty deserts.


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