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25th Chorus

Dont worry about death
Once you’re there
Because it is trackless

Having no track to follow
You will rest where you are
In inside of the essence

But the moment I say essence
I draw that word back
And that remark - essence’s
Unspoken, you cant say a word,
essence is the word for the finger
that shows us bright blankness

When we look intoo the God face
We see radiant irradiation
From middleless center
Of Objectlessfire roe-ing
In a fieldstar all its own

Is my own, is your own.
Is not Owned by Self-Owner
but found by Self-Loser -
Old Ancient Teaching

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227th Chorus

Merde and misery,
I’m completely in pain
Waiting without mercy
For the worst to happen.
I'm completely at a loss,
There is no hope
Though I know the arbitrary conception
of suffering is racking
my metaphysical
handicapped ribs,
and I dont even exist less sing,
and I been paid
for work I done
when I was young
and work was fun
and I dont know name from mercy,
aint got no blues
no shoes no eyes
no shoetongues, lungs,
no happines, no art,
nothing to do, nothin to part,
no hairs to split
sidewalks to spit,
words to make flit
in the fun-of make-it,
horror & makeshift poetry
covering the fact I'm afraid
to work at a steady job
jungles of hair on my wrists
magnified 1000 times
in Hells of Eternity

Jack Kerouac, Mexico City Blues, publisher: Grove Press