Say we survive our own exaggerations;
say we no longer hope to harness oceans;
say the benisons of the porpoise
again follow their natural currents
and boats cleave again to shallows
and poets believe again in water patterns:
I and my kind (if there are others)
will be forgotten–like all
false dates for Armageddon.
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