Studies in Sobriety Poetics Donate.
         
  There's an old norse legend of how Odin whispered certain words into the ears of Balder at his funeral pyre so that he would live again after Ragnarok. A fathers grief doesn't know any bounds.  

Baldrian Unborn

 

     

In passing was the fleeting footsteps
   of a very small child ;
It was neither of us - so young it is
   of age it will come
but we will not be there with it
    for our fates are
  bound together.
Like a navel string uncut,
she feeds into us both
  and we into her.

We too must travel to the places
   It was revealed,
unbound it destroys the astral -
   it must be sealed
but I miss you already so,' so
   the empty space
  is measurement
of distance between us
In opposite directions
  do we travel.

If I will finish these hymnals
   before I leave
I do not know anymore for
  time is a clock
which is cloaked in wheels
   backwards it is
  for the wyrds
which was whispered
at a funeral pyre
  aeons ago.

       
 
         
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