The one As chaos And egg
I wot that I hung On the wind-tossed tree All of nights nine Wounded by the spear
Bespoken myself to myself Upon that tree Of which none telleth From what roots it doth rise
Neither horn they upheld Nor handed me bread I looked below me Aloud I cried
Healing Wailing Transforming Devouring
Sacrifice Transcending Dreaming itself And all
The one As chaos And egg...
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