8. it must be that I ain't ready to die

I must not be ready to die






I’m a pioneer

Lighting lights

In naked corridors where

Nobody else’s yet trod.



But I’m not ready

To go down the dark unlit

Unlightable

Stairs that probably lead to the bottomless

End.



I retrace a little my steps

“Let me go to apologize (I tell

Myself) to all those I’ve left behind

Reading or musing

Blind

A little more in the dark

After I’ve lit all those new lights

Along the new corridors

Nobody had given light to nor even trod on

Before.”