Me, Paraclete, you. Ye –
Me, Paraclete, Thee –
Thou Maitreya Love of the Future
-Me.
Me Santiveda me, saint,
Me sinner me – Me Baptist
A-traptist of Lower
Absafactus
Me – You
Me, alone in understandin old
void of I love you,
feel fine
Me, you gotta love yourself,
love, something,
thass all I can say
The witchcraft Indiana girls
that didnt sing with their hearts,
where never in a better
shock of hay hocks
than the oldtime
singer with dusty feet
that chased death
comes and enfolds you
117th Chorus
© Copyright: Джек Керуак, 2011
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