I am the glacier’s crest above the forests, freezing you mid thought and the ancient voices from the greying fog I am the thought that overtakes your mind and fills you with a singular happiness. I am your third hand and your second I am the shadow, the grey one Who cannot ever forget you.
I am the leaves the you burn in the fall
the swift cleansing of your conscious
I am the glistening of the leaves
and I am.