Emily Dickinson

Crumbling Is Not An Instant’s Act

poem 997

Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays. ‘Tis first a Cobweb on the Soul A Cuticle of Dust A Borer in the Axis An Elemental Rust Ruin is formal Devil’s work Consecutive and slow Fail in an instant, no man did Slipping is Crash’s law.

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