Love In The Asylum

A stranger has

To share my room in the house not right in the head,

A girl mad as

Bolting the night of the door with her arm her plume.

Strait in the mazed

She deludes the heaven-proof house with entering

Yet she deludes with walking the nightmarish room,

At large as the dead,

Or rides the imagined oceans of the male wards.

She has come

Who admits the delusive light through the bouncing wall,

Possessed by the

She sleeps in the narrow trough yet she walks the

Yet raves at her

On the madhouse boards worn thin by my walking tears.

And taken by light in her arms at long and dear lastI may without

Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.

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