Day 2

Kvasir's Mead. 4th grade escapes.

After recess

Of worn-conjoined-colossal-tires,

buried-chopsticked-telephone-poles and 

pounded-rounded-darkened dirt,

We sit,

In class-now-everland.

Lights off.

Desks cleared.

Still.

Quiet.

Minds of kindling, giddy to ignite.

Again.

Daylight slinks,

Eavesdropping through closed, unblinded windows.

The gods are here.

Swarming, ancient wilds.

Monstrous things.

Birthings, warrings.

Asgard.

Earth.

Humans awe, exalt.

Hubris rewards with fresh miseries.

Love, kindness

Exalted.

Still, be wary.

Always.

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