Sunday, December 25, 2011

Chauvet Cave

From a world of
closed loops
where bends and
corners weren't
imagined yet,
where animals
mixed and souls
slipped in and out
of bodies. We hold
the line now, cold
and fast. We
lock and crimp sharp.
The circle is only
an ideal we cannot match.

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