Maybe "the one for" Lorine's "me" flattened his pay-check against this Walt Whitman poem:
FOR HIM I SING
For him I sing,
I raise the present on the past,
(As some perennial tree out of its roots, the present on the past,)
With time and space I him dilate and fuse the immortal laws,
To make himself by them the law unto himself.
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