weeping giants 2 (sleep)
the fire is now reaching our sense of touch.
the fire is now proudly hissing, warning three women whose hands are buried in the entrails of a raven, a horse and a wolf.
now that you have read the words that spell out the end, open your eyes, and let me dive in them, for death will soon fall and i have to hold its reins.
(from a picture of the sculpture SLEEP by einar jonsson, reykjavik, and a sunset over SNÆFELLSJÖKULL, northeast iceland)