fogbound

the fog rolling in from the east this morning, back lit by the sun, is fine —

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 Crashe’s law —

emily dickinson