for sylvia
who killed herself
in 1963
from ON MY WAY TO WHERE
by Dory Previn
i have been
where sylvia's been
she did not survive
i came back
from where she was
i'm still 
half alive

i saw all
that sylvia saw
both our minds
were burned
she sent closer
to the sun
she did not
return

sylvia soared 
on wings of fear
i flew too
but not so far
sylvia strayed
sylvia stayed
too long
sylvia shaped
and sculpted poems
from the granite
of a star
all that i 
could do was try
to carve a simple song

her light
was bright as
seraphim
my candle-wick
was dim
yet we both felt
our spirits melt
'neath sun
without a scrim

i envied sylvia
ariel eyed
and one of us
one of us
died.

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