September 2nd, 2024

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• Tis but a Syzygy.
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• “I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
  I lift my lids and all is born again.
  (I think I made you up inside my head.)
  
  The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
  And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
  I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
  
  I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
  And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
  (I think I made you up inside my head.)
  
  God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
  Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
  I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
  
  I fancied you'd return the way you said,
  But I grow old and I forget your name.
  (I think I made you up inside my head.)
  
  I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
  At least when spring comes they roar back again.
  I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
  (I think I made you up inside my head.)”
  
  –Sylvia Plath, "Mad Girl's Love Song" from The Bell Jar (1963)
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