Bent wire and colored threads. Wire spells out portion of an Emily Dickinson's poem, possibly poem 937. A thread figure hangs above the text. The work is held to the wall by tacks.

This is “poem 937”:

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 them fit.

The thought behind, I strove to join
Unto the thought before -
But Sequence ravelled out of Sound
Like Balls - upon a Floor.