Schizophrenia, American, poet,
The wheel of the quivering meat conception,
Turns in the void expelling human beings,
Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nits,
Mice, lice, lizards, rats, roan,
Racinghorses, poxy bucolic pigtics,
Horrible unnameable lice of vultures,
Murderous attacking dog-armies,
Of Africa, Rhinos roaming in the jungle,
Vast boars and huge gigantic bull,
Elephants, rams, eagles, condors,
Pones and Porcupines and Pills,
All the endless conception of living beings,
Gnashing everywhere in Consciousness,
Throughout the ten directions of space,
Occupying all the quarters in & and out,
From supermicroscopic no-bug,
To huge Galaxy Lightyear Bowell,
Illuminating the sky of one Mind —
Poor! I wish I was free,
Of the slaving meat wheel
and safe in heaven dead,

From Mexico City Blues
Jack Kerouac (c)

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