the price you'd have to pay

there's most likely a place to go
where we know all the math
how to spell everything
words just fall from our lips
create spirals
dazzling truths
whirling dervishes of the perfect
everything is so fine and other affirmations are pumped through speakers
you sit on a stool by my desk
and read to me
the sun slices through sheer curtains

I read that Anne Sexton said,

"Poetry led me by the hand out of madness."

she killed herself but for a bit she sailed on and lived in this place I bet
she knew how to get there
where the key hung
the price you'd have to pay