Dylan Thomas
                        remember

“Dead men naked they shall be one/With the man in the wind and the west moon;/When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,/They shall have stars at elbow and foot;/Though they go mad they shall be sane,/Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;/Though lovers be lost love shall not;/And death shall have no dominion.”

            death shall have no dominion  no domination    poetic

an poetry  all forms of art  thrive in the eye of the beholder in the minds eye                                                                                                                       

Though

he loved the succession of Dylans Thoughs

Though 

while death cannot render us completely 

neither can life

                an by  life shall have no dominion   

a pervasive razors edge runs at  an between life and death a wicked redlipped smiling  a gaudier demarcation than might be thought 

                  an sometimes theres a fusion a bleeding  lifedeath deathlife  a sliver separating dimensions  dominions

not one without the other

                              without one there is not an other

yes  he played he danced he flipped coins tossed them at curbs an walls an threw dice

he gambled

never went all-in

never came home without a cent

                                  without sense

Though  

         he did say he liked the word

Thomas' poetry set him up for Shelleys Frankenstein

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