Sif's OdeA Poem by LR Younghttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SifIt was like seeing myself
from a great distance. Smote.
a giant oaken tree a-lit by lightning,
split in twain. But because I wear
the right skin, because I have hydrated
in anticipation of a God's electric
affection: I do not burn up, not
entirely, not all in an instant.
Instead, I smolder slowly,
my blue-gray exhale
a signal fire in the wilderness
which you can follow,
being such a good study
in geography; the peaks and
valleys of my own landscape
laid barren, parched. I can
make the desert in you
lush. In flood, I can levy
the river. I can make love using
words, he said. And from eyelashes
fell stars I wished on for my
whole entire childhood.
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