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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.


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Poem Dream Song 17: Muttered Henry:â€"Lord of matter, thus - John Berryman