He fumbles at your Soul

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 — Deals — One — imperial — Thunderbolt — That scalps your naked Soul —

When Winds take Forests in the Paws — The Universe — is still —