Thursday, August 22, 2013

But Sequence ravelled out of reach like balls upon 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
  Unto the thought before,
But sequence ravelled out of reach
  Like balls upon a floor.
-Emily Dickinson  



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