The shrouded smile

​The shrouded smile

Sylvia Plath is reborn to be free

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she shut her eyes and all the world dropped dead;
so she had to make it up inside her head

all the lies galloped in
she saw the mind go as black as sin
and she knew, she said
that she was already dead

when she shut her eyes all the world dropped dead
'must have just been my eyes filling my head'
she thought

she opened her eyes
and stepped out of bed...

would you have me sleep 
to dream of you?
she said

this is not true love
for 
unless persuaded by my madness
I am alone in my dreams
and lost to the living and the dead

before I marry a dream
I would run from the church 
and escape a life of sugar-lump sleep

and I would keep running

for I would rather
with lemon sharp eyes
wake again 
even from the wakened state
into the formless

and what would this mean
 for us?
that you must die
 to join me in this heaven?

we need not die
I do not doubt or fear 
heaven is here


one day we will die
this I must whisper 
to my deeper self
 I forever forget dying
because forgetting is itself like dying

but to be at One
I must love the sky
from the freedom of my dust
until the shrouded smile of myself
fades into the sunrise

she thought

she thought
until she found herself 
worried about the words


then
the spell of the sounds
broken
the half-understood
half awake, awoken

the cosy cover lifted 

silence ruled at last
before and after

and she could be the truth 
and not the thought 

a truth we could share
forever 
more

such is true love

she said
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