Tell them you’ve come to get your drum back.
The crown adorns she who keeps going.
And who would be healer, if not her?
I am the keeper of the house of secrets.
I have said more than enough.
She, who is fearless, who walks out of the wilderness feral-shouldered and unbroken.
The sacred excavation of helixed antiquity and brand-newness.
The thing to know is you know nothing.