They sit and spin the world
pattern by pattern, threading lives
together while we desperately pull
ourselves away; how much
is already written for us?
“Norns”
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They sit and spin the world
pattern by pattern, threading lives
together while we desperately pull
ourselves away; how much
is already written for us?
All that is eternal falls
and all that can die, does.
Love and loss take turns
in their merry spin
dictating life and leaving
all I dare to care for
to meander empty meadows.