Friday, January 13, 2012

Chauvet Cave

From a world of
closed loops
where kinks 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.

Then something came from
down the great tube of body and brain.

I thought I saw a light.

Now it all comes
from this tiny Earth,
emergent detail. Memory
is all that's left
of mystery.


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