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