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Day 90

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading " treading " till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through "

And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum "
Kept beating " beating " till I thought
My Mind was going numb "

And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space " began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here "

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down "
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing " then "

----by Emily Dickinson, 1830 - 1886

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