Monday, March 29, 2004



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.

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