In her madness written

In the mountains
the words came down like
glaciers broken,
hard and ruinous.

In her solitude
she was a goddess
commanding messengers
of her design.

In this state
every word was power
darkening the black,
outrunning the light.

In her descent,
she lost the gift
of unthought.

In the sanity of the valley
revisits to what was written
revealed no subtext, no method
but the open deep.

On these pages
she found a stranger’s words
startled like a bird flock
never to be caught again.