C. MOON - I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (E. Dickinson)

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading—treading—'til it seemed
That Sense was breaking through—
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum—
Kept beating—beating—'til 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--

Written by:
Collin Wilkinson

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