a funeral in my brain

"Find an Emily Dickinson poem – preferably one you’ve never previously read – and take out all the dashes and line breaks. Make it just one big block of prose. Now  rebreak the lines. Add words where you want. Take out some words. Make your own poem out of it! "

Felt a funeral in my brain

mourners kept treading

tromping, threading

winding frayed embrace

until it seemed each sense was breaking

when they all were seated 

a service like a drum kept beating

until my mind lost place

then i heard them lift a box

and creak across my soul

with those same boots of lead

then space began to toll

all the heavens were a bell

and being, but an ear

silence, some strange race,

wrecked solitary here

then a plank in reason broke

i dropped down and down

hit new worlds at every plunge

cracked barriers of sound

and finished knowing then