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XXIII. The Lost Thought.

I FELT a clearing 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.

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