Opening poem by Sylvia Plath :



But toward the region where

Our thick atmosphere diminishes

And God knows what is there

A point of exclamation marks that sky

In ringing orange

Like a stellar carrot

Its round period displaced in greens

Suspends beside it a first point

The starting point of evil

Against the new moon's curve



Martin Barnard :



So that I see

And know I gave reason

The time to believe

It's all in my head

The sun that I see

Is just an illusion

And I live close to the edge



This time taking time

This sun, sun is high

Sang a tune, sang a tune, sang a tune

Everybody talks to you

Everybody talks to you

Turning like it ought to

Turning like a wise will

Saying like it hasn't

Soul see, soul set

Soul see, soul set



Calling her name

Called in nirvana

Time and again

Alone that I work

Take this and more

And time in together

And why are you close to the edge



They say just to add

The wilder world is a trap

I see just to add you to that

For he was the sun

The comet rushing along

And she, new to that

Turned her back



Does everybody talk to you

Everybody talks to you

Turning like it ought to

Taking it away

( Sample )

Soul see, soul set

Soul see, soul set

Soul see, soul set

Soul see, soul set

( Sample )