“I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity. Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart? I am incapable of more knowledge. What is this, this face So murderous in its strangle of branches? – Its snaky acids kiss. It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults That kill, that kill, that kill. ― Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems #visualartdiary_michmutters #art #Australia #collage #procamera #jj_creative #jj_humanedge #jj_mobilephotography #jj_sombre #rsa_dark #rsa_mystery