The Family
Two people. Red-tide wave of that house they make.
Letters from beyond the beginning. She and her him, alone.
Breaking two-point system, making one-point break
Letters from beyond the beginning. She and her him, alone.
Breaking two-point system, making one-point break
of a palpable oneness they make themselves in.
They begin bringing them up to pieces. Until they form
Deconstruction begins in end’s final beginning.
like her hourglass drip at the end of saying:
Come in. Go out. A flesh going about the breathing part
Morning. Dawn. Afternoon. Two-hours after noon .
Beginning is only the middle sense of two
Beginning is only the middle sense of two
lies drawn together like going somewhere solid.
Somewhere peaceful. Real.
Somewhere peaceful. Real.
Somewhere in between
two people: red-tide wave of the home we make.
two people: red-tide wave of the home we make.
Labels: Sylvia Plath
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