Sage, the petroglyph defines communicative abilities as well as capabilities. The ancients knew infinitely more than we are able to comprehend. We live in the era of politically motivated smoke and mirrors. Spin, political speak for prevarication of the ugliest order. The worst of it is the outright deceit of the perpetrators, the politicos et al. Your poem analyzes and defines the phenomena with your usual expertise. Paint me a message in art form on the cave wall. I will burn the newspaper and tabloids to stay warm. I bid you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael
Brilliant Sage... and what's written here has stood the test of time rather than being mere spin or ephemera... Not a chip-paper in sight! Today's epidemic is perhaps not even myopic but blind lies, hype and total garbage. Who, what and where's The Wally in all this, I wonder? xx
What the petroglyph has inscribed on it is something worth recording.The "inscriptions" on most modern mass media don't amount to squat compared.....I think you're onto something, Sage...Apologies for being an old curmudgeon...
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