Kerouac: Mexico City Blues

119th CHORUS

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 priests 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