Unicorn Soup

Mythologies weave a tangled skein
In the race memories of tribes;
Each has its own Noah, its own Flood,
Its own Messiah or Great Teacher.

Oceans and centuries may divide them,
But Celtic, Oriental and Amerind blood
All blend somewhere in the long, lost abyss.
All were at one time united
In the shadows of our forgotten ancestors.

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