The Cave

The night comes,
whispering at the eaves,
as if to say,
10,000 years have gone
and we are still afraid,
still huddling one
in the shape of a spoon
beneath blanket or fur,
cuddled up under
the stars, the cave, the roof,
the truth that we
are still naked on Earth.

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