We cannot break
Something that doesnt exist
Derange pas ta tendresse,
Dont break your tenderness
Is advice that comes to “me”
What a poem the knowledge
that Time
With its Pasts & Presents
& Appurtenant
Futures, is One Thing
THE THING ONE WHOLE MASS
Getting dimmer and dimmer
to the feel
What glorious repose knowing
What a Golden Age
of Silent Darkness
in my Happy Heart
as I lay contemplating
the fact that I shall die
anyhow regardless of race
regardless of grace
122nd Chorus
© Copyright: Джек Керуак, 2011
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