the last WARNING PIECE at the dreadfull day of THE MARVELLOUS
Friday, 11 January 2008
A Dream-Poem
They pulled back the screen Welcoming me to the darkness beyond. I was fixed to my bed With air the colour and texture of putty by the ghosts out of the machine
Go up to London, to London, that great City, write, write, write. And behold I writ, and lo a hand was sent to me, and a roll of book was therein, which this fleshly hand would have put wings to, before the time. Whereupon it was snatcht out of my hand, & the Roll thrust into my mouth, and I eat it up, and filled my bowels with it, where it was as bitter as worm-wood; and it lay broiling, and burning in my stomack, till I brought it forth in this forme.
And now I send it flying to thee, with my heart, And all.
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