What famous poet's tone and style am I emulating in this poem I wrote?

pank t

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Lying alone on my back in a grassy yard at night

Lying alone on my back in a grassy yard at night,
I hear the Clef of the universe: laughter—
Laughter directed at me, and you too,
Laughter at the birds, dogs, cats, snakes…
Laughter at the oceans, mountains, forests, fields, the sky…
Laughter at the trees, grass, flowers, weeds, rocks, dirt, sticks.
You insignificant microscopic specs, it says, between snickers,
Humans, you most of all, who do you think you are?
King, Queen? Prince, Princess? Ruler, Dictator, President, Emperor?
Don’t close your eyes all night,
Don’t just sleep when the light turns to dark.
(like cattle led to the butcher house)
Stray outside sometimes and let your eyes veer upwards,
It should be natural to look at me, afterall,
For I am breath-takingly beautiful,
The temptation to stare is overwhelming—like a beautiful man or a beautiful woman—it always is,
Give in to the temptation—submit, surrender, resign, yield to it.
Then, tell me I’m right…
Tell me I have good reason to roar with laughter.
 
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