You knew me in the time of caves.
When gods and spirits nightly raved
and ghosts sat seaside watching waves,
as men and oxen were enslaved
in stories they could not fathom.
the !n(tro)verted yogi
nomadic, poetic, and sometimes ascetic
You knew me in the time of caves.
When gods and spirits nightly raved
and ghosts sat seaside watching waves,
as men and oxen were enslaved
in stories they could not fathom.
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