An old man,
with gray hair and beard,
is giving me nourishment,
sustenance,
and keys,
from the other side.
He hands these things to me
through the veil,
with his right hand.
In his left hand he holds a staff.
I do not know his name,
but he knows me.
Text Copyright © 2020 by Donald C. Traxler aka Donald Jacobson Traxler.
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