elder-god carrion and a world dreamt
eclipsed by the worms of our ilk 
burrowed and tunnelled 
syphoned and sustained
by the blood and brains of greater things 

formless, unwitting children of Ymir
separated from the nothing by the everything
wringing meaning from a crackling void
and order from the blank slate of chaos.

set into motion, our nature
of tides eating tides
the old fall...

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