Like a snake, or a cold river
It slithers across my hand.
Like the frost, it makes me quiver
But I beckon it back again.
For such secrets, does death linger
Bold like none and brave as Hel.
Wanting all the while to whisper
Things nobody else can tell.
Take me forward, slide me backward
Through the time of no between.
I am mortal, yet a vessel
Of the shadows unforseen.
Gipsie Lee
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