I am vertical - Sylvia Plath

Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them—
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.

You should have consulted what tormented her. But instead, to gather her cheap attention, you esteemed her passive strength, of which she didn't need any more support. You don't understand why she died over and over and over. Neither should you ever feign comprehension/loving of which your bovine mind is not capable.

Let me go easy on your mind and throw a 100 bill over there, go catch. See? I know what you are good at.