Found Poetry 462

12/17/20

celebrate the itch
which causes you to change directions
the knowledge blaze will burn you
shall I pour on the gas?
your echoing actions
not mere things of the past
but perfect imperfections
pathological? no
just logic with a path

This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.

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