I was sitting in a room full of people
Everyone faced front, listening to the Man
Hearing his words, mesmerized by the tone
When I felt the room waver before me
My feet felt the floor swaying under me
I looked around the room but everyone
Was still intent on the speaker and no one
Seemed to have felt the earthquake as I did
This morning I woke up, coughed, and saw silver
Sparks in the air in front of my face
Little bits of airborne lint, silver, not truly
There though I watched them pop here and there,
For ten seconds at a time before they disappeared
Dramatic lines are drawn on the cavern walls
Ancient images of massive animals and the
Loved ones of the hunters, hunted all the same
The Man spoke volumes about his experience
Facinating stories about battles and conferences
Brave warriors fighting with financial instruments
Facing off with great legal minds protecting the
Flanks, enjoining the enemy stratagems
Gray suits may have replaced animal skins now
Computers and Mont Blanc replacing flints and lances
I don’t care, they’re all the same to me
No one else felt the Earth shake and I did
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