May 23, 2005 07:57
167th chorus
by Jack Kerouac
The details are all the same
Like honey stored in bee hives
Like atonic power, so many
Atoms, the details per
Square inchare the life of it
And the death of it
The critical mass collapses
And like a tumbled Sand castle
When the tide of disintegration
And its conception rise,
Flops into the sea softmaw
Sand salvaging, bells
Toll is not offshore.
The Castly was a Dream.
Now learn
that the water is a dream
For when the Tide of Disaster
Rises water will disintegrate
And all will be left
Is the Successful Savior
Abiding Everywhere in
Beginningless Ecstatic Nobody
*this is the guy that inspired Jim Morrison's poetry*
TRIPPPPPYY