The Poet of Rage

In the words of Dylan Thomas, "Rage, rage against the dying of the light." And so against the dying of the light, we raged. As if we heard the coming of a thousand agonies. But then we stop. How dare the poets underestimate us? And so we begin to rage against our own rage. For this is where the circus ends. "I'm a vessel made of collapsed stars. I do not surrender to the night."