Musing On Cave Art - Poem by Frederick Kesner
Striving toward originality
results in piece meal offferings -
bright but witless understanding?
statements pondering universalities
feeding warm pulsating bossoms
idling too long, byte by byte
millennial automatons marching
logged-off but only hibernating:
underneath, aware of scratches
on rockfaces of now ancient halls.
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