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"Black Poem" by Jack Kerouac

Self be your lantern,
Self be your guide -
Thus spake Tathagata
Warning of radios
That would come
Some day
And make people
Listen to automatic
Words of others

and the general flash of noises,
forgetting self, not-self. -
Forgetting the secret. . . .

Up on high in the mountains so high
the high magic priest are
swabbing in the deck
of broken rib torsos
cracked in the rack
of
Kallaquack
tryin to figure yr way
outa the calamity of dust and
eternity, buz, you better
get on back to your kind
b o a t

~Jack Kerouac:
Heaven and Other Poems

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