Myth is prison, a palace, truth without fact.
Myth is birth and pleasure, teeth and death,
sharp shiver of that which is broken.
Myth is patriarchal and worn, full of fratricide and rape.
Myth is a garden, makes good television, memoir, the scandal of animals and people coupling beneath the stars.
Myth is crow eating roadkill and dodging the occasional cars, a pile of guts and bones.
Myth is carrying the body back to den.
— Close your eyes and count to ten.

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