Cave Art
Where is the boundary
between spirit and stone,
that place where myth is born
and marries meaning
to the beauty and brutality
of form. Is it only our imagining
that imbues things
with the glow of transcendence,
anoints the ordinary
to elevate atoms to the status
of the sublime;
is there only human art to warm
the cold of our lonely caves,
to redeem us from time.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2024
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