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.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gently into that good night.
Grave men, dear death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
-Dylan Thomas, 1914-1953
Life is short. Love, live, dance. Be the lightning that electrifies the vast sky.
xx,
LASR
Photography: Remi + Tori
Makeup: Sarah Nelson
Model: Skylar Roberge
Stylist: Renee Mytar
Art Direction: Band of Outlaws
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