A Clovis point's a sort of arrowhead
Invented fourteen thousand years ago.
I wasn't there, of course; I only know
The term from books and web sites that I've read.
At least, I think.  This modern age has bled
My brain cells dry, yet still they overflow,
Minutiae a spinning undertow
In which I try to swim but drown instead.
When Google's net can snare ten million ways
To say "I love you" or "please pass the salt,"
Attention skips and slips and snaps and strays.
With miracles our everyday default,
Mere ancient spearheads fail to amaze—
And look!  There's something else!  No time to halt!



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