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Allen Ginsberg - The Terms In Which I Think Of Reality
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Reality is a question 
of realizing how real 
the world is already. 
  
Time is Eternity, 
ultimate and immovable; 
everyone`s an angel. 
  
It`s Heaven`s mystery 
of changing perfection : 
absolute Eternity 
  
changes! Cars are always 
going down the street, 
lamps go off and on. 
  
It`s a great flat plain; 
we can see everything 
on top of a table. 
  
Clams open on the table, 
lambs are eaten by worms 
on the plain. The motion 
  
of change is beautiful, 
as well as form called 
in and out of being. 
  
  
Next : to distinguish process 
in its particularity with 
an eye to the initiation 
  
of gratifying new changes 
desired in the real world. 
Here we`re overwhelmed 
  
with such unpleasant detail 
we dream again of Heaven. 
For the world is a mountain 
  
of shit : if it`s going to 
be moved at all, it`s got 
to be taken by handfuls. 
  
  
Man lives like the unhappy 
whore on River Street who 
in her Eternity gets only 
  
a couple of bucks and a lot 
of snide remarks in return 
for seeking physical love 
  
the best way she knows how, 
never really heard of a glad 
job or joyous marriage or 
  
a difference in the heart : 
or thinks it isn`t for her, 
which is her worst misery.
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