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Dream Song 17: Muttered Henry:â€'Lord of matter thus

 Muttered Henry:—Lord of matter, thus:
upon some more unquiet spirit knock,
my madnesses have cease.
All the quarter astonishes a lonely out & back.
They set their clocks by Henry House, the steadiest man on the block.
And Lucifer:—I smell you for my own, by smug.
—What have I tossed you but the least (tho' hard); fit for your ears.
Your servant, bored with horror, sat alone with busy teeth while his dislike increased unto himself, in tears.
And he:—O promising despair, in solitude— —End there.
Your avenues are dying: leave me: I dove under the oaken arms of Brother Martin, St Simeon the Lesser Theologian, Bodhidharma, and Baal Shem Tov.

by John Berryman
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