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Jack Kerouac - Daydreams for Ginsberg
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I lie on my back at midnight
hearing the marvelous strange chime
of the clocks, and know it`s mid-
night and in that instant the whole
world swims into sight for me
in the form of beautiful swarm-
ing m u t t a worlds-
everything is happening, shining
Buhudda-lands, bhuti
blazing in faith, I know I`m
forever right & all`s I got to
do (as I hear the ordinary
extant voices of ladies talking
in some kitchen at midnight
oilcloth cups of cocoa
cardore to mump the
rinnegain in his
darlin drain-) i will write
it, all the talk of the world
everywhere in this morning, leav-
ing open parentheses sections
for my own accompanying inner
thoughts-with roars of me
all brain-all world
roaring-vibrating-I put
it down, swiftly, 1,000 words
(of pages) compressed into one second
of time-I`ll be long
robed & long gold haired in
the famous Greek afternoon
of some Greek City
Fame Immortal & they`ll
have to find me where they find
the t h n u p f t of my
shroud bags flying
flag yagging Lucien
Midnight back in their
mouths-Gore Vidal`ll
be amazed, annoyed—
my words`ll be writ in gold
& preserved in libraries like
Finnegans Wake & Visions of Neal
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