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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

Going Outside

I am going out.
I am joining the sky
that fell inside me.
I want to feel the heaviness of stone
and kiss its mouth,
for I am stone,
dust to dust.
I need light to ignite me.
I want the world to thunder in me
and bruise my words,
and rattle them in branches.

I am going out to breathe,
expand,
declare my life transparent
as a drop of rain,
and tease anyone to find me.
I am going out
because life is going out,
and never returning.
A trail I must follow,
and in my pauses,
look behind,
and see you see me,
waiting.

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