Twenty Thousand Years Ago

A boy without a name

Went searching in a cave.

Empty, save the red paint.

Hand-prints repeating, making

Patterns both abstract and real.

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No human figures painted,

Unless you count the hands.

No, but the human spirit

Shines, immortal on the walls.

Why then did that fiend say,

“Those handprints are not real at all.”

Why so eager to stifle

Our minuscule achievements?

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“Nothing is real.

“Everything you think’s a lie.

“I am exceedingly wealthy;

“Coincidentally,

“I’d like to go to outer space.”

Maybe it’s my lack of funds,

But I cannot sympathize

With those desires.

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I have peered into the mire

And learned that we

Are easily fooled.

Never by Majesty, Grace, or Beauty,

But by the pride in men

That says:

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“All life leading to me

Was impossibly stupid,

All that shall follow

Will likewise be stupid.

So drop your Love,

Common sense, and

Most of all, your

Wonder.

And follow me.”

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