The Buddha of Nature
Everywhere so abundant
Grasses trees and oceans
Overflowing with life
One pearl without flaw
Half shaded half bright
Intermittently
Turns out just right
In the luminance of
An October morning
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In the 24th Chorus, Kerouac says all great statements ever made abide in death. But I say put all your eloquence to work advancing the interests of life. Decay itself is more than sufficient to serve such purposes. Be wary of ocean ferries. You don't want to end up drowning like some damned Phoenician sailor. Why all the death fetishism? What's so great about being late or even stuck in time for that matter?
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