Moira’s nightly weaving
Beginning evermore!
Silver threads spinning pass orbiting space debris,
so delicately the bundle on spindle
Measured in spoonfuls of three
Dropped in the cauldron of quintessence
Simmering down to mortal coils
Cut with the mystic’s wand
Swirling web of blood prisms,
Poured into marrow vessels
Weld through the mouth of iron-flint fabric
To emerge the fractal fire pattern
Seam by seam….determining
How sudden is the sever day
How quick is the tangled night
Art: Sól Hrafnsdóttir
