Before
the blood scratched upon the fire lit cave
Before
the first inks stained the taut stretched carcass
Before
masters of words and colour
changed the blank screaming page
Before
the shadows burned the glass
and smiles were discouraged
Before
the spinning drum
Cast the trotting horse
Before
black and white
fuzzed assassinations
and leaps upon the moon
Before
colours hues lacked definition
Before
the ambient slip
as we lowly timed or faces
Before
the worlds virtually weren't there
and we hid within the dream
before it all began
was there something to see
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