Place your confidence in many myths:
Floods. Fires. Towers. Brothers.
Weaned by wolves, hunted by kings,
bound by a tribal pact,
lost in the wild on a quest to prove the gods right, or wrong, or simply bloodthirsty.
Lost again, but at sea,
destined for a sweet return, resting on laurels at last.
Science is dead.
Let the oceans rise if they must. Take courage:
Humankind is made for the myth.
That was a good poem. I liked it.
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Aaron, thank you.
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