IT’S ANOTHER EMILY MONDAY!

#105

He fumbles at your Soul

as Players at the Keys, before they drop full Music on –

He stuns you by degrees!

Prepares your brittle nature for the Ethereal Blow –

By fainter Hammers – further heard –

Then nearer –

Then so slow your Breath has time to straighten –

Your Brain to bubble Cool –

(Then) Deals One imperial Thunderbolt –

That scalps your naked Soul!

When winds take Forests in their Paws –

The Universe – is still.