Never Comb the Brewed Brain Twice

a Paradelle

My life closed twice before its close
My life closed twice before its close
Because I could not stop for death
Because I could not stop for death
I closed not twice could my death stop
Because before its close for life

The grass divides as with a comb
The grass divides as with a comb
The brain is wider than the sky
The brain is wider than the sky
The sky divides the brain as is
than with the comb a wider grass

I taste a liquor never brewed
I taste a liquor never brewed
Tell all the truth but tell it slant
Tell all the truth but tell it slant
Never tell a truth I taste it
but tell all the slant­brewed liquor

Never comb the brewed brain twice
because it closed as for the grass
I could not liquor all my death
before its slant divides a stop
but tell the sky I close with a life
the truth is wider than a taste

Esther Greenleaf Murer, 2014

Remixed works:
Sundry lines from Emily Dickinson