the rise of bragi

You all know how rare it is for me to cross-post. But I wanted there to be no confusion or mixed messages.

the rise of bragi

the kissed thistle parted and the voyage was started
on running feet, sweet with desire and a fire like light,
bright and weightless, the fates stated their objections
and we laughed, laughed like children at the wind.
but I have risen, and seen the flavour of the sky.
I have risen, and given my favour to deny
that I have not the hand to handle this curve
and much as I serve at your pleasure, it is wrong
to bind a god to an uncertainty, so resolve me.
once, and for all time, speak truth, even small words
have cured the greatest night of ignorance and doubt,
shouting truths does not make them lies, paper
sometimes is just a place we thought we’d been
and I have miles to travel to the end of the day.
join me. or, if not up to the journey, be on your way.
I walk with the serpents and the angels.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.