Jan. 24th, 2009

karanguni: (Bebop SMOKING)
Won't be around much over this week; people are over to stay, and then it's Chinese New Year, and then I'll be working like a burning twig drenched in ethanol. *BEAMS* I will, however, still be here, a-emailin' when I can and bouncing around. \o\

 

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