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Odhroerir’s Gift
Kvasir flows through me
Welcoming my words
Lines of type scrawl across a sea of white
My mind is open like
A broken egg
White spilling all over
Frothing
It swims it swims
Drowning in Odhroerir
Slammed into conscious thought
Reeling with inspiration
Slopping from sluggish thought
To brimming words
The draught drained
I come
I write
Emptied
© Sarenth Odinsson