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The CAVE was black in the Endless gloom A place beyond all light! Deep and dark as the Middle Earths Ten times much more than night! The stalactites hung like gleaming teeth Of a Monster long extinct; The water dropped with a silvery tone Of an echoing long deep plink. The walls where My flashlight shone on them. Were the hues of paradise, I dropped a rock far over the edge, And it bounded once, then twice. It stretched out far to infinity Like the throat of a monstrous Whale! And when I called it echoed far Like the sound of a ghostly wail! I was glad I knew my way out from This CAVE like the UNDERWORLD Else I step wrong on the slippery rocks And to far depths be hurled! And the bones of Bear and Wolf and Cat Testified right well To the fact that others hadn't known; And to their deaths they fell. I thought I was the only one To know of this retreat. With no other signs of Man about The Silence hugged me sweet! But then I turned a corner sharp And there in the ghostly light; Painted so real I first thought they were. So they gave me quite a fright! Were Mammoths big with their ivory tusks Gleaming in the light! Running forever across the walls Of a long and endless night! And Bisons real as the orbiting Moon As from snarling Dogs they ran. But they weren't going fast to safety soon For their Makers had been Man! How thrilled I was to find them there! Yet I almost uttered a curse: It seems there's no place left on Earth That you can discover, first!
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Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 7:42 PM UTC
DEFEATED BY ANCIENT MAN
punctuation limits meaning leave commas out break lines see easy flow no dam no problem two types: those that can see
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Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 10:38 AM UTC
between lines
I sorry, I turn on brain. Me no think. Think make you go away.
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Dec 14, 2024
Dec 14, 2024 at 12:06 PM UTC
Me Think
I take comfort from the greasy food on my plate hunter gatherer instincts sated, my eyes search for campfire flickering flames and settle on the fish tank I am zoned replete in the cavern of my own space my day over I wait for the miracle of sunrise
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Nov 7, 2021
Nov 7, 2021 at 7:30 AM UTC
modern caveman
Will I ever want to build or make something really detailed, or thereby solve something detailed? Or, do I simply want to float away on fundamentals and never make anything? Simply knowing the parts and never creating structure? Because that structure always has to be unlike the structure with which  I associate my soul - the human temple. Thus I discard them. I see not benefit from the extra makings of the human mind. I am as a cave man. It would be much more beneficial if my soul associated with a body that was dependent on the mind rather than independent from it. As if I had no soul with God, no peace with God, no spirit with God. No peace, soul, or spirit with nature either, but only peace in human invention.
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Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 4:09 AM UTC
Materialistic transcendence?
Sometimes it just rains all day. the sun and the moon and the stars all take the day off, Get all gloomy and introspective and **** drop deep thoughts and fill up puddles and bring meaning to things like windshield wipers, and lackluster poetry. I'm still sixteen, out much too late, perched up on the steps of the old bank. searching for reason in the glare of small town streetlight. I'm still seven when it would just pour down, I mean literally pour down, in buckets and all that. it doesn't rain like that anymore. Not here. Not anymore. A storm-front has been working it's way up out of the southwest since i have existed. certainly much longer than that. it's carved a path from caveman to Kentucky. and here we are continuously inspired by water from the sky. I'm going to sleep. it just feels right. I hope that it will rain all night. I sleep well.
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Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC
It Doesn't Rain Like I Used to.