Muninn REV 11-25-12

[billy]

Revision 2

The world did not start in steps of ice.
I remember the long night,
with a pin-prick of fire, that didn't cease
swirling: an ever expanding corkscrew.
You were not there.

I am the grift behind your secret
omniscience, the truth
of your ruined face, this pretension
and prayer, the ego
of unmerited godhead.

Joined in this unkindness,
I have tasted the slave song,
grasped the limp hand of the stillborn.
Yet, my words are not flint to spark
the hanged god’s ear. much tighter

So like murder: a black flutter,
tiny footsteps of regret.
There is an eye under the water
that I would pluck out
to avoid this pointless journey.

I am an echo as buildings rise this has much more power, it's a consciousness on Odin's shoulder
and fall, and stories drift
around your unlit hearth—
kindling from the damned tree.

It frightens you to hear their prayers,
when I am the final outcome.
The stars remain cold,
and all your sons die.
I alone remain to stir the ashes.

i like the gradual edits you've done with this todd, not massive but everything altered played it's part in the polishing. special in the 5th stanza. in which you make munin's role apparent as a builder of memories.