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John Berryman - Dream Song 17: Muttered Henry:—Lord of matter, thusJohn Berryman - Dream Song 17: Muttered Henry:—Lord of matter, thus
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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.
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