Wednesday, April 23, 2008

From Within the Without of Yggdrasil the World Tree

Fondly hang thee witless nine nights
wee the dawn tickles the upmost boughs;
hang thee well and upside down;
see thee into inevitable breakdown;
see thee into the eye that e’er floats below;
read the meaded messages even though they flow;
read the runes as one does ingredients in low light;
as above ravens, eagles, and hawks aflight;
and below otters, coyotes, and monkeys excite;
see into, between and beyond;
myth is but what we find most fond,
but how we forge our strongest bonds.


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