Raw in the autumn fields
naked as the soil
and in my heart
the scent of the earth,
memories of now,
the pain of the plough,
i am blind
and my mouth
tastes of stones.
no, i will not go
so very much alive,
i will melt the snow
and drink .
i grow.
no,
i,i,i,
i am not i,
i do not want
to stay alone.
it is cold
down to the bone.
i want the confusion,
the joy , the pain,
the dance, the silence,
the wind, the sea,
the fire, the green grass.
i want to reach out
and touch all this
and let me be
a man with wings,
smiling, falling,
Lucifer.
"Do not go gentle into that good night"
Dylan Thomas
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