AS ONE.


ALLODJORD

See

earth fill cloth



Hear

ditches in still trickle



Hamstringing Fate.


Waiting three Sundays



Breaking nested dusk ― Cracks
Opening the drum ― Cracks
Frozen solid wells ― Cracks


Making torched night paths there black-clad birds dances
while the moon bites caress inside a Windkissed harvest


Lifting,

pressing land and mountains home to Godan blood



Poetry by 1 SIGFRIDSSON
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Written on 2023-09-29 at 11:09

Tags Godan  Fate  Blood 

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