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page 8 fathom friday december 14, 1979
I know there are two feet of fawn-colored formica
Separating me from destruction.
In a word,
You have come too close.
Why am I so inexplicably drawn to cruel men
Like a suicide to a bridge?
Stepping to the brink of your eyes
I drive for coins and applause
And I do not return.
The gap between us
Shifts.
And so do I wade in.
Training wheels clatterirtg? Do I
Fall all to death on my cliches
Like some disconsolate Brutus?
Oh I know the time has come
To back off from the cross-currents of your smile,
Stop short of muddying your seaweed-colored eyes
Sylvia Plath myself
Out of the picture. x
B.L Eike
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The days since I have held you close,
Been held by dragon-eyes:
Darkness carved from violets,
More crippled than whens of whys;
Woven and worn in hows of forgets,
1 deserts more deep than a rose.
The times I have wished you near;
All moments without time.
Lyric. poet, sorceress -
Reduced to spelless rhyme.
Fears? They are hewn from force of confess,
From courage too soon for a we're.
0 the songs that I would sing for you !
New silence in their deeps.
Discord drawn from heat of sweet
Lingers until the why weeps.
Songless and wordless you I will greet,
Regret having blurred into rue.
Therese Kennedy
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