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We live and move with beings who have not
Revealed their hidden histories to us,
These humans hiding narratives whose plot
We never guess unless we try succuss
Of them that we would not attempt because
We have no clue that they are holding back
From telling us the truth. Behind a gauze
Of silence they keep shtum. If we could hack
Them, they would maybe shock us with their lore
Of facts we never would suppose could sing.
Biographies withheld might make us soar
To thrones more lambent than a legend’s king.
If aliens are human but we fail
To probe, we’ll never hear each potent tale.
~ Phillip Whidden