i know that i hung on the windswept tree
for nine days and nine nights,
stuck with a spear,
bloodied for odin.
myself an offering to myself,
bound to that tree
whose roots no one knows where they go.
no one ever gave me bread,
no one gave me drink.
down into the depths i looked
to take up the runes.
screaming, i fell back from
that place.
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