It isn't that you come here moaning
or flailing about the doors of her rooms
in an apparent apparitional brilliance
or that you move between her walls, omnipotent
at odd hours chain rattling,
You make noise of a thousand fears -
in a wailing assertion.
If you want dominion over her, break something -
she will most likely
cast you out to dolts
awakened by faint noise
in other cul-de-sacs.
owns a sedentary poet,
seduced by her despondence -
as aloof as anyone you have
ever strived to inhabit.
She will not know of you