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A Sun, a Chariot, a Rocket

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Gee, the myths are done

For a while

New Year’s

Twelfth Night

Imbolc/

Brigid’s Day

Lunar year

The groundhog’s day

I’m going to miss them

Because they

Render truth more interesting

I mean, every day’s a

Saint’s day

Some stories so old they

Might fall apart

Under laser scrutiny

Christopher is one story of those

(and Brigid)

But myths aren’t false,

I mean

That’s conversation

They are stories

To explain

What we don’t know

What is beyond

Us

And our words

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Why does weather

Change?

What is at the center

Of the universe?

What is on the other side

Of life?

Maybe we know more of the

Answers

Now

Maybe we don’t need to give

Gods names

Except where we do give names

Or use the old ones

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The names

And reasons

Myths are still our seasons

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C L Couch

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