her name Hysteria
she cried a gutter of tears
in search of a rhythm
that meant something
a moral enigma
her soul a run on rant
her nights
tears and terrors
days nocturnal
stirring dreams
of dark shimmering
and charmed ruins
lumined
in her rose cove heart

her soul
a sun drenched cathedral
a great baroque opera

her mouth a plugged shadow
a dammed dark pool

so she talked with her chattering fingers
pecking away

the birth of a poet