Exit From Valhalla

I can barely recall/my days of power./While I lived in Valhalla/I rented all affection./Cell upon cell upon cell/ filled with liquid curses/in a modern day Al-Hambara./ I was glad about feuds,/embedded in memory/one pitted against another./A disconsolate fever,/with no hint of mercy,/ battered my hands./I render an untimely exit,/to overtake illusion/I make out noises from the table./Reborn in costume, to become a costly animal,/I need to drink tears./They are raindrops splashed /on inanimate glass./In the milk from dilute storms, I’m glad,/ for errors in vital signs/and green arrows.

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