Places become alive by circling that part of death which still desires when humans painted stones,
tagging whatever taught them magic, making their nature unique.
 

before we called these places caves,
artists raised their knowledge by nature,
as we now get stoned by reason.

 

It is not that we are not artists anymore; we are, by polishing what's become of death.

  hunting in circles, heroes
        leap

from when animals were
our happiest years.