SENSE OF BEARING
'Got none of that: have only the way
out : one of those is more than enough
: if one has the tools, one must somehow
use them.' You'd never understand that I
found those words, beneath soot and pumice,
on a cave wall at Lascaux. I too was amazed,
just as much as you just were. No cars, no
ambulances, no lightbulbs, no way of
communicating except in these dreadful,
strange couplets. But there it was. More telling
than a lotto jackpot, more enticing than some
naked porn star mowing a lawn. I stood transfixed!
What was it I'd just uncovered? Egads! The stars
above had not as much meaning! We were never
alone on this Earth : some strange Mankind
consciousness has always pecked at out
feet.
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