as desperation takes hold

"or that the heat within would grow
until he stood
incandescent as a god ;
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now there is nowhere I can go
to hide from him:
moon and sun reflect his flame.



in the morning all shall be
the same again:
stars pale before the angry dawn ;



the gilded cock will turn for me
the rack of time
until the peak of noon has come



and by that glare, my love will see
how I am still
blazing in my golden hell."

text from the poem to a jilted lover by sylvia plath
stills from the film vivre sa vie (1962) directed by jean-luc godard. watch it here.