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Look, look, master, here comes two religious caterpillars. / Tue Jew or Matta.
POLYPHILOPROGENITIVE / The sapient sutlers of the Lord / Drift across the window-panes. / In the beginning was the Word.
In the beginning was the Word. / Superfetation of r6 &,
And at the mensual turn of time / Produced enervate Origen.
A painter of the Umbrian school / Designed upon a gesso ground
The nimbus of the Baptized God.
The wilderness is cracked and browned
But through the water pale and thin / Still shine the unoffending feet / And there above the painter set / The Father and the Paraclete.
The sable presbyters approach / The avenue of penitence;
The young are red and pustular / Clutching piaculative pence.
Under the penitential gates / Sustained by staring Seraphim / Where the souls of the devout / Burn invisible and dim.
Along the garden-wall the bees / With hairy bellies pass between / The staminate and pistilate, / Blest office of the epicene.
Sweeney shifts from ham to ham / Stirring the water in his bath. / The masters of the subtle schools
Are controversial, polymath.