I who have sent out ravens
through murmur given names
diviners soothsayers dwellers
brought wise eyes
with only words
behold this basking beauty
coiled serpentine limbs
ravines open
ravens open flight
flocking aurochs wander
in verse of wide
I who Odin given
is spat out by name
through each civilization
a life worn path
bloodshot
pierced by scorn of Ergi
a name given
curse I am not
so aim fire
point your finger at me
precisely pulling
a virtual trigger
o how abysmally pure
is this fate
written within
each margin
each human
behold
I wear this cloth
a christening gown
I am blackest blood
mine to keep
though never to own
o I am but
a dotted
line
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