What can these be but
    the playthings of a mad God
    who made us to build them for him?
    Imagine Neanderthal man
    glimpsing with this vision in his head:
    a flash of city at night,
    all motion and light.
    He cannot tell what it means,
    he has had a poetic vision,
    all motion and light,
    A sea of lights,
    he cannot unravel the images
    that land in his mind,
    like birds, swift,
    unreachable birds.
    Thoughts, memories, visions
    are the same to him,
    a scary hallucination.

                                                      
    Chris Marker/Catherine Belkhodja,
    Level Five