Dream Song 80: Op. posth. no. 3

 It's buried at a distance, on my insistence, buried.

Weather's severe there, which it will not mind.

I miss it.

O happies before & during & between the times it got married.

I hate the love of leaving it behind,
deteriorating & hopeless that.


The great Uh climbed above me, far above me,
doing the north face, or behind it.
 Does He love me?
over, & flout.

Goodness is bits of outer God.
 The house-guest
(slimmed-down) with one eye open & one breast
out.


Slimmed-down from by-blow; adoptive-up; was white.

A daughter of a friend.
 His soul is a sight.

—Mr Bones, what's all about?
Girl have a little: what be wrong with that?
Yóu free? —Down some many did descend
from the abominable & semi-mortal Cat.

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