Oedhrir’s Gift

Kvasir flows through me

Welcoming my words

Lines of type scrawl across a sea of white

My mind is open like

A broken egg

White spilling all over

Frothing

It swims it swims

Drowning in the Oedhrir

Slammed into conscious thought

Reeling with inspiration

Slopping from sluggish thought

To brimming words

The draught drained

I come

I write

Emptied

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