I have delivered her to madness And am quiet now. The chair remains a chair; I must remember that I am quiet now. The coiling, flicking of its arms Is not there. What she saw Is not there. The breath may lie, and the mind believe; I speak with an urgent breath To myself. I have delivered her And will not talk with her. Though she speaks in a voice beyond lies And shrieks in the last vision; I will remain quiet About the chair And ignore her. I cannot help her. I will remain quiet And the chair will remain quiet.

Previous Contents Home Next