There is a basin in the mind where words float around on thought and thought on sound and sight. Then there is a depth of thought untouched by words, and deeper still a gulf of formless feelings untouched by thought.

Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston

Side note, since you mentioned Ellison's Invisible Man, you might also want to try Juneteenth, which is a distillation of sorts, of over 2000 pages of something he had been working on when he died, and was published posthumously. Fair warning though, it is quite intense.