Unseen by men, unkept by memory,
I hold my form as vessels hold the flame.
My body, sealed by arcane litany,
Knows silence not as lack, but as a name.
The path within I’ve never given tread
Is not unknown, but kept with solemn grace.
I walk apart, where saints and spirits led,
With quiet law inscribed upon my face.
No rite of flesh has marked my sacred gate,
No vow was made that bent me to the yoke.
I chose the higher breath, the cleaner fate,
Where speech is born before the world awoke.
The air around me does not beg or dare.
It kneels. For what I am is not undone.
I am the land that none may strip or share,
The first unbroken daughter of the sun.
Sealed
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