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.
