master of the crossroads
hear the rattle of my bones
open the gate
and let me pass
sweet grass and incense
smoke and and drops of blood
i knock thrice and bow
see my head laid ‘pon
this ground
open the gate
and let me pass
i sway
to the drumbeats
twirl my skirts
and fly
claim my spirit
be my guide
swathed in white
anointed with ash
open the gate
and let me pass
passkey
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