So many words
Words that I will never know
That they will never suspect
That the people whisper to each other in mornings and in evenings
Stories more sacred than the Bible
Older than Beowulf
And it's for the best that I don't know
It's so much safer that I don't know
But in the remnants of ancient ways of being
I find the words that can turn my bleeding into ink
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