Cave dweller
A cold winter night
Thoughts of life before the pen
When poets were cave dwellers
Rock walls the canvas
The audience....
Well the audience sat in seats a million years away
Perceiving the tone from sounds the eyes could see
This is the voice of the cave dweller
Echoing from mosaics on stone walls
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