Final Each

I donโ€™t believe in direct translation
Yesterdayโ€™s meandering today already
Needs some new interpretation
Given the world born since

Beowulfโ€™s hฦฟรฆt holds nothing for us;
Whatever it embodied in minds long passed
Can only be chthonian in this shifted realm
Buried in our psyche as if in
Grendelโ€™s gloomy cave

Itโ€™s been a thousand years
And a new world arisen
In each of those
Days

Hฦฟรฆt means time
Has lost this
one โ€”

Every day, a final goodbye