[BNP/E3, 49A1 – 63]

12-11-07.

Sometimes in the middle of life a change

Suddenly comes like an aberration

A sense of voidness enormous, strange

And a void, deep desolation.

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A sense of being left alone

And a more and more than abandoned

‘Tis a sense half as if I were dead.’

Dead and conscious, ‘tis ill to express

A vertigo of the mind

A sudden suffocate of distress

Vague agony defined.

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Even the coarsest of all these

     By me are innocent

For thought deflowers, tearing the peace

Of the {…} virgin mind

Men are now round at the pure