Our old friend the myth
Of the submerged continent
Emerges out of the sea,
A roaring landscape
Of lava and fire
Under hissing clouds of steam.
Bare, already eroding,
The resurrected story
Attracts lightning and hail.
It will not be lifeless long.
Symbiotic narratives
Will link green weaves across it.
A bed of living stories
Will drowse and dream of sinking.
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