they were rivers of belief
flowing through tamarisk
and under catalpa blooms
their fingers snaked through
the arid sand
licking it with their
aqueous tongues
those ancient serpents
who led us out of paradise
to wander deserts
to wonder and question
the mirage in front of our eyes
the flames of creation
raising images from the ground
pulling clouds from the earth
to give us sips
to quench our thirst
a thirst that pulls us from the earth
and floats us down
those rivers
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