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I will read you the lost words

of the ancient texts that turned

the earth, made the hoarse birds

sing, and gave us tongues to speak

in ways to make even the sly devil

sick. I will read to you of the warming

sun, the wide-mouthed sky, the silver

speckled night, the beauty of the moon

the very first eyes on earth to see. I will

read to you the stories of the singing rain,

the flowing rivers it loves, the vast seas

that never say enough. I will read about

the ageless blowing wind, the trees standing

serene, the flowers like sweet lovers generous

with time, and you will know before we

close the book life once had no complaints,

not a drop of blood was shed, there was no

war, or corpses bundled on the corner of

village streets. I will read to you with my

trembling lips the whole and brilliant spell

of original peace.