Siduri

She wrote the world
On top her wrist
And dashed her days
Against the rocks
Along the ocean shore.

Her hair flashed red
Like rubies
Under tavern fires,
Flaring curly down her back.
She poured me beer and gimlets,
Brought me honey,
Whispered liquor pure
Into my thirsty ear.

The nights came
To a little death
Yet every day
Were born again.
She, my protection,
My coming end.

"You dream too much,
And you should dream some more."

Nature kills and bashes
And burns,
Providing still.
The chainless sun
Will race and run
Until the sudden sleeping
Evermore.

- 4/15/25

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