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(35.) MARCHOSIAS. - The Thirty-fifth Spirit is Marchosias. He is a Great and Mighty Marquis, appearing at first in the Form of a Wolf18 having Gryphon’s Wings, and a Serpent’s Tail, and Vomiting Fire out of his mouth. But after a time, at the command of the Exorcist he putteth on the Shape of a Man. And he is a strong fighter. He was of the Order of Dominations. He governeth 30 Legions of Spirits. He told his Chief, who was Solomon, that after 1,200 years he had hopes to return unto the Seventh Throne. And his Seal is this, to be made and worn as a Lamen, etc.

kingdoms on the border of sleep,

fever-mapped vertiginous forests

and rivers that subdivide into endless deltas

endless, autumn hedgerow of spindle sticks and worm-eaten flutes

great stone head and monument of fire

crowd of stars reflected in a tar-black pool

lightening illuminated stone pillar, tower of bottles

each have their minor lord,

great,rain swollen midden of trenches and bloated bodies

fallen bridge, cracked road

forever burning house, empty city

and night in which the slow, ponderous things

scrape their heads on the firmament

where the red blood bell squats on the highway

where the buzz-saw lights rip the world open

great toothed mouth of a door

whirl of dying machines

in corridors lit by sputtering lights

the count of the 4 am hospital

the king of the all night bus stations
Marquis de Carabas, sharp clawed and full of whispers

among the wheatfields and empty train tracks

the ruined carnival, the warehouse of rotting crates

the faceless man, the cat with too many legs,

the eyes in the stairwell, white cat, dazed ox, black dog

attendant lords and petty nobility

of the court of hell,

of the wolf pits

of the knife edge between worlds

of the dark, rank chambers of my sleeping