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Moments Before Sleep
Moments Before Sleep
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“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
~~ Dylan Thomas,
“Do not go gentle into that good night” (c. 1947)
Did he rage against the dying of the light?
No one knows. But of this I am sure:
He did not go gently.
Engulfed in the black petals of that ever blooming night,
Did his heart endure the pain of other deaths?
Memories of old wounds?
Was he blinded by that ineffable refulgence? Or was it
A threading through labyrinthine chambers of distorted spaces, a drawing closer to the core of things?
No one will ever know. But this was no soft sinking into oblivion.
No.
This was raw strife pounding on the gates of time.
