Yggdrasil- etterkommer

 The roughness of the bark
The smoothness of the fine layer of moss
Like an ant I´d surf from the branches
the partially exposed roots

Yggdrasil exposing the timeline
I could steal into the distant past
Further down into thise roots
where origins are found

One mere descendent
with blood, trait and behaviour in common
standing where i am infront of the modern day
Like Yggdrasil hardened face

A world without comfort where he was raised
I would seek his resilience and courage
I would share my own stores of strength
And ask for more through the tree and God

I would comprehend him through the language
Hidden in my bones in the core of me
I speak to him through death screams of demons
The ones I surfed on down the trunk of time

Their skulls wearing on mottled bark
sparking and heating the short ice ages
Until i got to the level of root my descendent stands
hungering meaning and hungering purpose

There I will land opening the hardwood of Yggdrasil
Welcoming my descendent to assimilate with me
So we might become one him for meaning
I for courage to meet the present with gritted teeth

Surfing back to the current day
On some tyrant´s head we picked up
Grinding down on the roughness of Yggdrasil´s bough
climbing back up Yggdrasil´s trunk toward spring shoots

Bursting open with foliage for the problematic future
We stand as one stronger yet unresolved
worshupping the hardship of life as one
Robust under the onslaught of the unexpected

The sap of Yggdrasil hitting us like psilocybin amphetamine
A honey elixir urging us forward through our err and exhaustion
Renewing our Gargantuan ambition fueling our lust for life
Electrifying our minds and stirring our second sight clear

I sit before the great tree
feel that vibration down my own spine
That lost part of me surging upward from the past
Arriving so that we might devour the world together