White figures throughout
made of light,
Like a truck becomes a square
mass of shining light bars,
Empty Apparitional secret
figure of the mind.
More than that. Face
is mass of swarm-roe
starlight, insanity
itself personified
& taking up space
& penetrable throughout.
Secret parleys with savior
Angels outside brown rooms
Where phantoms converge
In light, black and white,
Dazzling in the middle
With one Insane Bar Light –
One Shiningness
And you know darkness nullifies
the color
Into Nirvana No
200th Chorus
© Copyright: Джек Керуак, 2012
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