We may be blind and with a weird nose, but be wary of your skin as there can be a lot of those.

evom uoy woh si siht ,dnuora denrut si gnihtyreve nehW ?I ma tahW

At a story’s end, I patiently dwell, But inside your body, I might raise hell. Read me or cut me, either one clicks; I'm found in your books and biology’s mix.

I'm a dark, sticky fluid, and a voice you command. I'm thrown in a game, or raised by a hand. I demand careful delivery but have no mail, A low, deep example that helps you prevail.

I tend to be paired, but can work as one. Even alone, I'd block out the sun. So unremarkable that you could yawn. I'm beautiful still, and frequently drawn. I'm bound to my home, but shiver and flow. My greatest connection is to the wind, oh!