380. Our kind

our kind
is
so blasphemous
so terrible
where I come from
we would cease to belong
the moment we started to be

our kind
is
so wrong
so unacceptable
that they did not
make a word for us
lest we are conjured into existence
lest we become real
just by dressing us in sounds

little did they know that
we already existed

our kind
has
existed unnamed
for so long
that each time our story is narrated
we seem new, unfamiliar, and infeasible

well,
here
we are then
older than now
older than forever

here
we are
the oldest story
you do not know yet

here
we are

And
here
we will continue to be

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