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Prehistory
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My head is not wooden, as you may think,
nor my heart is stony;
still, my feet are on the ground.
In the stony cave,
along the wood burning
in the earthly oven,
stood thinking the first man of stone, wood and earth.
Three original essences are the making of whole world,
leave civilization for another time.
Then there would be air, water and fire,
In fire thou shall keep searching for one’s passions,
and the air and water to embrace
wood, stone and earth.
To you I seem wooden,
to me you seem out of stone,
but in the end we’ll be earth,
forever, underneath air and water.
November 2000.
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