Dream Song 80

His Toy, His Dream, His Rest (1969)

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 breastout.

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?Y—u free? —Down some many did descendfrom the abominable & semi-mortal Cat.

His Toy, His Dream, His Rest (1969)