A heft of Paleoproterozoic gneiss — 
fossilized memory, motionless Dragon's Eye 
stares 
at breathless descendants 
who gaze upon auroras, 
reawakening Origin: 

Muspelheim flame meets Niflheim frost, 
and Ymir grows 
from a small ember that melts the snow, 
leaving this pure pool 
to protect the witnessing Eye. 

Like the cow Audhumla, two spirits lick 
a glacier wall adjacent, 
and their fevered tongues break the ice, 
revealing human flesh warm within 
salty rime stones they keep licking. 

Four legs ready to gather 
sand between toes, driftwood. 
Four arms ready to wrap a wreath 
of vines and ash leaves that waft 
about a new home 
together: 
catch fire. 

Ymir – Midgard – the world 
first fed, then broken by 
their blood-mingled bond, 
their knotted (s)lumber. 

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