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Inverted light turns blue like Plath moonscapes
The light of candles turns into strange flames
Thus to breed our fears, we ,stupid, ruminate
From a vantage point outside that evil draped
We see the loss and show the red of shame
Inverted light turns blue like Plath moonscapes
From our own dead-heads may we escape?
We want to grow and not allot more blame
As brooding on our fears, we ruminate
The ghost of Plath shall linger in dark shapes
And stutter as the dead call out her name
Inverted light turns blue like Plath moonscape
And women murmur, shall I too be raped?
All I want is sharing life and pain
Don’t brood on your fears, they’ll germinate
In our sleep, we see the theatre’s dreams
Hear our minds bemused, old warriors’ scream
Inverted light turns blue like Plath moonscapes
Thus bleeding from our hearts, we navigate
How my heart sings 