Airi Yukimura

So sweet the void voices, rocks in a heartful refrain.
This is shell and body both, my fingers, my heart, my brain.
How far flies the wish of the dreamer? Can nebulae cross in a night?
The deep light in dusted nothing, propelled down in soundless flight.
We glide and we dance and we burn, immortal and tawdry and cheap;
drifters and migrants of tin, our souls hungry, evading the Sleep.


If you have trouble saying "Airi" (pronounced eye-ree), I also respond to Yuki.