Élivágar

To know 

that you are somewhere

walking the streets

of the world

is enough

in an infinity 

of tomorrows

one of us will be cold and departed

but the feeling of recognition

of kinship 

cannot be lost

between us

Élivágar, the rivers 

from the dawn of the world

are flowing

between the dead and the living

between ice and fire

the frozen waves harden

and the fountain heads 

spill out from their source

and so we are bound 

to one another

bound to the first life

that gushed from the void

Ginnungagap

where the snakes writhe

in a pool of venom.

"The Ash Yggdrasil" (1886) by Friedrich Wilhelm Heine

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