Although I am dusty, my effort shames my poverty;
my work must propel more fuel to the light before I'm done.
Though in poverty, I hold a kingly treasure in hand;
why covet the petty fortune that by the fates is won?
Despite my poverty, may I become dark-faced like moon
when I gaze at luminosity of fortunate sun,
-Hafiz
Icarus
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Terrible photos that don't show how damn cool this piece is. One of my
favorites hung for the show at Spacecraft.
14 years ago
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