Take the lowest common denominator   The tiniest grain of sand   Like the first digit of our fingers   Points back to the whole hand      Follow the spear flight   Hurled with any lateral   Throw it on the clifftop   Weaves over the battle   Pill of wax descending the candle   Late at night you'd feel a rise at this mantle      The catalyst or the detonator   The place where it all began   The bottom floor of the elevator   The grandfather of the middleman      Waxing givers   Slip between the sheets of minds   Rosetta stone   Like the skeleton   Reassembled bone by bone by bone by bone by bone