A stranger has come
 To share my room in the house not right in the head,
 A girl mad as birds

 Bolting the night of the door with her arm her plume.
 Strait in the mazed bed
 She deludes the heaven-proof house with entering clouds

 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 possessed
 Who admits the delusive light through the bouncing wall,
 Possessed by the skies

 She sleeps in the narrow trough yet she walks the dust
 Yet raves at her will
 On the madhouse boards worn thin by my walking tears.

 And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last
 I may without fail
 Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.