Somewhere, the ocean is a myth I tell my children
                 as we hike across the desert.
I dream up a lake big as flood the same way

I dream up a future I do not pray at the sight
                 of an eclipse. I have never seen a bird before,
but I tell stories of creatures that walk the sky,
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