<li>overreliance on external validation/guidance</li>
</ul>
<p>Sowelo can be useful for:</p>
<ul>
<li>making one's mark on the world</li>
<li>restoring one's energy</li>
<li>victory through individual will</li>
</ul>
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<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Sigel semannum symble biþ on hihte,<br>ðonne hi hine feriaþ ofer fisces beþ,<br>oþ hi brimhengest bringeþ to lande.</blockquote>
<blockquote>The sun is ever a joy in the hopes of seafarers<br>when they journey away over the fishes' bath,<br>until the courser of the deep bears them to land.</blockquote>
<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Sól er landa ljóme;<br>lúti ek helgum dóme.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Sun is the light of the world;<br>I bow to the divine decree.</blockquote>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>What comes after<br/>
disaster?<br/>
What follows<br/>
the worst possible outcome?</p>
<p>The wind in its wealth carries your words:<br/>
<i>keep going, get a move on.</i></p>
<p>I was told <strong>the Eschaton<br/>
was but a cleansing that stretched out long</strong><br/>
to destroy all that prevented me<br/>
from accepting<br/>
my title as Solstice and my being as Lethe,<br/>
but I've achieved both<br/>
and all still grows worse<br/>
and I know not how much longer I can drag<br/>
this body of mine writing verses in red<br/>
before I end up lifeless, drained, inert<br/>
in the back of a hearse.</p>
<p>You said we were palm pals, that you'd spend your life<br/>
keeping me non-feral, safe, happy at your side.<br/>
But my hand<br/>
stands<br/>
empty, cold, bleeding out<br/>
and held up to the sky to catch the sun before in clouds<br/>
it drowns.</p>
<p>How much longer to go? How much more time to wait<br/>
until the tragedy leaves me and the sorrow abates?<br/>
You promised I'd be dead by May,<br/>
assured me in the dead of night<br/>
as from anxiety I could not stifle a weep.<br/>
And I know it's not your fault<br/>
it was a promise you could not keep.<br/>
Not all in the future you can see clearly enough to tell<br/>
and even if plans are made, ever-shifting is the Veil.</p>
