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Taking the proffered ancient torch in hand In Altamira, Santander and Lascaux I am the fire, the flickering, burning brand That leads the artists' hungering below. Where forms of deer and bison billow in the dark Etched in charcoal and berry-juice on the wall The hunter like the artist pursues the mark I rekindle to light this stone age carnival. The dance of life cavorts to escape the savage crimson dart Neighing snorting figures heart beating in the clay For survival, skill and conquest, that is the caveman's art And I the flame they carry within lighting the way. Henceforth I become beacon of humanity, Shining through memory and imagination The light of liberty.

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Date: 9/8/2017 8:35:00 AM
What!?! Julian, that's amazing!
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