A universe of unmapped grief and love
And new master light is beyond
The pleiades and plow and southern stars.
Icarus of outworld, burn bright
The traceries of known skymarks,
Slide the highway planets behind
Your clear waxed wings.
Go conquer the everywhere left
Beyond your sad confinement
In a predicted bonehouse,
Witch thrown riddle of flesh
O soar until nothing
remains but great glittering holes
In the black godspun shirt over your head.
- John Fairfax