May. 6th, 2008

karanguni: (Bebop SMOKING)
Thy Distant Fire (IJ), Luck/Claire, not worksafe, and so brilliant, because, because laylah is the bestestest and and and hot and good and ee!

And the rest of my week, in graphs:

Words fail me sometimes )

 

A universe of unmapped grief and love
And new master light is beyond
The pleiades and plow and southern stars.

O soaring
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
And water.

O soar until nothing
remains but great glittering holes
In the black godspun shirt over your head.

- John Fairfax