Poems ✍️
  21.05.2025
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Author: Emily Dickinson

The Brain, Within Its Groove

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The Brain, within its Groove
Runs evenly—and true—
But let a Splinter swerve—
'Twere easier for You—

To put a Current back—
When Floods have slit the Hills—
And scooped a Turnpike for Themselves—
And trodden out the Mills—


  mind disruption Nature Inevitability

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