With their songs
they weave the worlds
into one, the lands of the
living and the dead,
& now time, which rushed
in a swift stream towards
the far obliterating sea,
meanders, its waters
standing almost still &
reflecting the blackbirds
of Rhiannon, perching on
a barren branch above
the pallid waters.
08.-09.01.2023
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