O

I who have sent out names of ravens          
inner murmur from eloquence given          
diviners rune fate song    
hidden mirrors open wilde    
wise eyes with only words          
I quench beastly thirsts          
bird flights spell smiths          
fish flights swirling    
winds       
         
behold this basking beauty          
unwinding coiled verses      
from flapping wings    
       
ravens open flights        
flocking aurochs      
roaming        
verse of wide        
I who Odin          
given          
         
i          
s spat out by name          
through each civilisation          
         
a life long path        
each lunacy         
is blood shot          
pierced with swords          
         
by scorn of Ergi where magic          
is a name given    
curse          
I am not          
   
so aim          
fire        
arrow         
scorn          
         
point your finger          
at me          
precisely      
pulling each trigger          
abysmally           
pure is this well          
unscarred my fate          
each human          
         
could wear my face          
         
I wear this cloth          
as christening gown          
I am blackest blood          
         
mine to keep          
not ever          
kept          
         
O          
I          
am          
         
but          
         
a dotted line          
         
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