And another folk

fifteen.

I'm gone down

To the waters edge

Huddled towns, soft and green

Warming their hands by so many

Fires that curl and crack

They snap unseen

Beneath a woven sky of leaves

We talk in ghosts of

Walk in ghosts of rivers

Watch the circling hawks from dried up

Rivers, left behind 
By water went to climb inside of rocks

That littered dusty roads

To stretch out bone cramped limbs

Until the giants broke apart

Ymir bone mountains

Ymir blood seas

Ymir can't breath but he speaks to me 
Down in glistening ghosts 

Of river towns