Apr. 3rd, 2016

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Declutter has sort of failed in that I ran out of energy to pull everything out all at once. I may give it a second whack today, unless I go a-writing letters.

It is hard being in the wrong country for everything.

 

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