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I met a butterfly On my way to Jötunheim With a hammer in my heart I met a butterfly With luminous wings That stopped for a while As in the deepest time of night When even birds are quiet While whisper lets out a lie It descended upon my horse’s ear Blue and green on chestnut hair Our pace was unrelenting And also weary from the err Souls heavily pushing this meaty cart I met a butterfly On my way to Jötunheim With a hammer in my heart What is to think of this life Caught between the night and day When even seer sees only partly and Many times different as same A Hero famous for a thousand years Or a beggar without a name From our souls blooms Like a flower a poisonous dart I met a butterfly On my way to Jötunheim With a hammer in my heart And yet I think that in a way ‘Tis more real than these hands That clutch the oars The moment ended And the wings spread to depart To continue in their blind Pursuit to cheat the death This delicate unlearnable art I met a butterfly On my way to Jötunheim With a hammer in my heart
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Aug 13, 2021
Aug 13, 2021 at 7:44 AM UTC
On the way to Jötunheim
I met a butterfly On my way to Jötunheim With a hammer in my heart I met a butterfly With luminous wings That stopped for a while As in the deepest time of night When even birds are quiet While whisper lets out a lie It descended upon my horse’s ear Blue and green on chestnut hair Our pace was unrelenting And also weary from the err Souls heavily pushing this meaty cart I met a butterfly On my way to Jötunheim With a hammer in my heart What is to think of this life Caught between the night and day When even seer sees only partly and Many times different as same A Hero famous for a thousand years Or a beggar without a name From our souls blooms Like a flower a poisonous dart I met a butterfly On my way to Jötunheim With a hammer in my heart And yet I think that in a way ‘Tis more real than these hands That clutch the oars The moment ended And the wings spread to depart To continue in their blind Pursuit to cheat the death This delicate unlearnable art I met a butterfly On my way to Jötunheim With a hammer in my heart
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Aug 13, 2021 at 7:44 AM UTC
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