Human knowledge is like a cloud
Drifting, heavy, whirring side to side and up and down
Dark, or light
Incited by the fires of those current and past
Spread by drops, by the voices long forgotten
By the mother who sees to her child
But the fools who despise wisdom and instruction
Stand with umbrellas, at the edge of every cliff
Watching the skies
Waiting to deny the rain

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