1996
6.170
19.vi.25
landvættir
we have only imagined ourselves
the spirit wisp of lyric flag
the effigy obverse
all landspeak
there’s no other way to be here
but imagine
they have been caught up in branches
like us
they are where the wind would blow
sky is the breath of them
sea is how
a cast of dark
a sprig of light
they’re free to
never left
never were here
these least most with us now
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