So I write about heaven,
Smoke for the scene,
Wanta bring everyone
Straight to the dream.
If you only could hold
what you know
As you know it forever,
instead-a
Moving from griefy to griefy,
lament to lament,
Groan, and have to come out
and smile once again,
-S teada all that,
A hospital for the sick,
Lying high in crystal,
In heaven of pure
adamantine
Consanguine
Partiality devoid
Of conditions, free –
Here I go rowin
Thru Lake Innifree
Looking for Nirvana
Inside me
196th Chorus
© Copyright: Джек Керуак, 2012
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