You creep up like so much mist,
and unravel me slowly.
I cant see you but I can feel you.
It is a lethargic slow unraveling.
It is not unlike water,
soundless and creeping
like vines.
Like ivy.
You can wind, unravel and unfurl.
I cant see you, but I can feel you.
It is soundless and patient,
operating outside of time yet within it.
It is unnerving,
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