We'd dream like bears out here, technicians said
before their needles took us, sharp & cold
as those equations changing us to cargo
in winter's hold.
Suspended through the twilight centuries,
our bodies take in little, give back less
until we linger at the cavern entrance
Yet in these shadows knotted through the stars,
lost creatures quicken. Chauvet of the mind
scrawls out its ocher & imagination,
Released from hibernation, we achieve
that otherness the needles promised. Claw
marks annotate awakening, & instinct
mutates to law.
Let those who follow wonder as they will
at skulls on stones charcoaled with ritual fire
by worshippers long past. Our journey's end
sketched their desires.