Feb. 5th, 2009

karanguni: (ROY kills)
Stumbling home this evening, sort of half-blind with tired, I thought to myself: I need a hot bath. Decision made, I sat down with my laptop to unwind, waiting patiently for my water heater to get to work. I read a couple of emails before I realised that my eyes were canvassing words but not meaning. D, Nyx, Pere - I'll get back to you guys when I'm not pulling acts of genius such as waiting half an hour for a water heater I did not switch on.

Exhaustion, your name is fail.

 

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