I felt a tear in his mind as if the brain was split
tried to reconnect
point by point but I could not let them mate.
The thought behind, I strove to unite in the face at the thought
but the sequence broke up without sound
as balls on a floor.
I felt a cleaving in my mind as if my brain
HAD split
I tried to match it seam by seam
But Could not Make Them Fit.
The thought behind, I Strove to join
anointed
But before the thought out of Sequence ravelled
sound like balls upon a floor.
Emily Dickinson
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