Maybe madness Maybe madness too has meaning here. Maybe conscience, knotted like a cyst, Knowing and being known by sun and air โ Maybe life unties and we exist. Bring to mind the mindless spider, its care For the pillared invisible, little crystal temple, All air and otherness: As if a form could thank its maker, As if every line of light back to one source were drawn, As if, deep in wilderness A raftered hall rose around the risen guests, All pains purged from their faces . . . As it is onโฆ