• Vol. 01
  • Chapter 12
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Sky so blue it blinds.
Red cloak
bright as blood.

He reminds us we are atoms
and isotopes. Stands on rock,
looks at water.

He is dressed as a volcano,
the wolf skins of his cape,
a snow and ash of furs,
his torso, the lava within.

The swirl of ashy hair around his crown
will fall to the fjord, create the next
layers of basalt.