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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain Emily Dickinson 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 -
I felt a funeral happening in my head, and people moving back and forth They kept walking back and forth until it seemed like understanding was breaking through And when they all sat down, a service like a drum Kept beating until I thought My mind was going numb Then I heard them lift a box and it creaked across my soul With those same heavy boots again Then space began to ring As if all the heavens were a bell, and existence was just an ear And I, along with silence, were some strange race, wrecked and alone here Then a plank in my mind broke, and I fell down and down And hit a new world with every fall, and then I stopped knowing anything