Love In the Asylum
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.