I know how to withstand poison
And sickness known to man,
In this void, I’m no apprentice
When it comes to remembering
The eternity of suffering
Quietly I’ve been through,
Without complaint, sensing inside
Pain the gloriful um mystery.
Afternoons as a kid I’d listen
to radio programs for to see
the scratch between announcements,
Knowing the invalid is glad
only because he’s mad
enough to appreciate every
little thing that blazons there
in the swarmstorm of his eye
Transcendental Inner Mind
where glorious radiant Howdahs
are being carried by elephants
through groves of flowing milk
past paradises of waterfall
into the valley of bright gems
be rubying an antique ocean
floor of undiscovered splendor
in the heart of unhappiness
110th Chorus
© Copyright: Джек Керуак, 2011
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