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 it fit. - Emily Dickinson

Bless God, he went as soldiers,
His musket on his breast — Grant God, he charge the bravest
Of all the martial blest!

Please God, might I behold him
In epauletted white — I should not fear the foe then — I should not fear the fight!

I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you — Nobody — Too?

Is Bliss then, such Abyss,
I must not put my foot amiss
For fear I spoil my shoe?

I'd rather suit my foot
Than save my Boot — For yet to buy another Pair
is possible,
At any store — But Bliss, is sold just once.
The Patent lost
None buy it any more —