The first day's night had come,
And grateful that a thing
So terrible had been endured,
I told my soul to sing.
 
She said her strings were snapped,
Her bow to atoms blown,
And so to mend her gave me work
Until another morn.
 
And then a day as huge
As yesterdays in pairs
Unrolled its horror in my face
Until it blocked my eyes,
 
My brain began to laugh,
I mumbled like a fool,
And though 'tis years ago, that day,
My brain keeps giggling still.
 
And something's odd within;
That person that I was
And this one do not feel the same,
Could it be madness, this?