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Canada Geese family heading home 🥰.

"RUNE POEM

      Fe
Wealth is a wolf, in the hedge found.
She eyes you, blinking gold coins.

      Ur
The aurochs, Thor's ur-ox,
Rushes the hunter in his camo vest.

      Thur
The workweek is a ladder of thorns
We acend to the rose of a weekend.

      Os
The ash tree blossomed these runes.
Awestruck, we are most us.

      Rad
Riding is sacred, asphault a psalm.
Hells Angels read the road.

      Kaun
Contagion, bedbound, keeps count
As fever's red creeps up five.

      Hagall
Hail falls on the desert, a cold seed.
White wheat halos all the hills.

      Nyd
Need knits his brows over his bills.
How does a gave-not have three jobs?

      Isa
Ice is deceiving, glass on the lake.
It chokes children without a trace.

      Ar
Earth is an heiress rumored rich,
Left a legacy of acrid air.

      Sol
The sun, unsullied, smiles dully
At the soiled creek, the spilling oil.

      Tyr
Tired of war, we wear our tears.
Interior amulets.

      Bjarkan
We bark at the sky as hard as we can,
But the gods remain swingers of birches.

      Maor
The more he wants no more than he has,
The more he becomes more than he is.

      Logr
Bottoms up in the name of the father,
Water of life or bitter lager.

      Yr
A new yew erupts from Ur's sewers.
Time eats its young and rewrites the ruins."

--Amit Majmudar, Dothead (2016)

Plague-doctor who is also a capybara, inside a ruined Walgreens, in the rain, detailed pencil drawing, Dürer.

"But we will meet again, when Night
Throws her black pall athwart the corpse-like heavens,
And typifies the shadows and the glooms
That fold about the heart and soul of those
Who, in these times of ours, with daring wing
Dive down into the deeps of human life,
And come back reeking with dark doubts and dreads..."

--J Stanyan Bigg

Gray Square.