Speek (day 426)

Do not fear that which I haven’t spoken
For it does not hurt
It does not pierce the skin
Leaving trails of blood
As you blindly wander the pits of despair..

Do not cover your ears in fright
Against the words that don’t belong
Beating drums that sing all night
Flow forth from the center
Of the answer to distance

Do not riddle the words laid clearly
They mean not to set askew
The center piece
Of altars grace
Counter points to your lovers wiles

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