Dream Song 85

His Toy, His Dream, His Rest (1969)

Op. posth. no. 8

Flak. An eventful thought came to me,who squirm in my hole. How will the matter end?Who’s king these nights?What happened to … day? Are ships abroad?I would like to but may not entertain a friend.Save me from ghastly frights,

Triune! My wood or word seems to be rotting.I daresay I’m collapsing. Worms are at hand.No, all that froze,I mean the blood. ‘O get up & go in’somewhere once I heard. Nowadays I doze.It’s cold here.

The cold is ultimating. The cold is cold.I am—I should be held together by—but I am breaking upand Henry now has come to a full stop—vanisht his vision, if there was, & foldhim over himself quietly.

His Toy, His Dream, His Rest (1969)