There are truths

That don't live in language

They live in the body

Low

Quiet

Steady

Like something remembered 

Before you were born

 

I feel it in my marrow

This knowing

And I refuse to look away

Bone deep

Undeniable

 

This truth

Is old

It belongs to the ancient ones

The truth walks with lineage

Not borrowed

Or performed

But woven in….

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