ask the first stone

for the last word

we are thine ears

quest begets sound

when nine ripples open

Hugin thought

no mere mortal mind

can find this sprinkled

peril

Munin memory

amnesia insomnia

my thespian shade

shaken

blood thirst

kvasir wisest one

o to awaken

core of the corpse

w o r l d

night seers

seek refuge

ask the last stone

for the first word

an alchemy

soon the quartet

in the moon

orchestrates

and hindsight comes

returned as us

for the benefit

of

all

being