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©2023 michael raven
in the time of my dying i followed rivers' flow back to the source & washed this sullied grey skin new before riding once again amongst myriad shimmering stars
for interpretations of each rune, follow this link runes in this poem: laguz thurisaz jera
©2023 michael raven
being tested between hammer & anvil new shapes evolve as snow recedes & the time comes to again follow the horn
for interpretations of each rune, follow this link runes in this poem: uruz fehu jera
©2022 Michael Raven
pricked -- cannot wash blood from snow tumbling turning twisting on wheel this nadir night that broken can now be reforged
symbolisms ᚦ thurisaz ᛏ tiwaz ᛃ jera
sceadugenga 
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