And all my own sins
Have been forgiven somewhere –
I don’t even remember them,
I remember the sins of others.
Let me meditate on my sins.
(Judgment Gate, somebody
stuck a spear
through the heart
of the Judgment Gate)
(with her surl of leer)
and that’s how we got in
Powerful Tea you gotta smoke
to believe that
About the actual honey
of women’s limbs
Archangels have true eyes –
They look sideways at you
And make you excise
The end from the tax bit
of your doubts –
‘S all about angels’ sins
61st Chorus
© Copyright: Джек Керуак, 2010
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