Empty pages
Flap in the wind
In the sovereign silence
There is no history
There is only the cracking
And polishing of stones
by the sun
You see the making of sand
Is a long business
Shaped and re shaped
By surrender
~ Ayaz Angus Landman
from The Holy Algorithm
with thanks to Poetry Chaikhana Blog
Photo by Eliot Porter
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