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 plume1.
Strait in the mazed2 bed
She deludes3 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 wards4.
She has come possessed5
Who admits the delusive6 light through the bouncing wall，
Possessed by the skies
She sleeps in the narrow trough yet she walks the dust
Yet raves7 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.