[BNP/E3, 49A1 – 19]

February or March 1906.

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Fragment of Delirium.

I know not whether my mind is broken

Nor do I know if my mind is ill;

I know not if love is but the last token

Of God to me, or a word unspoken

     In a chaos of will.

My thoughts are such as the mad must have

     And |dead| things know my soul

Grotesque and odd are the shapes that roll

     In my brain as worms in a grave…