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   > Anyway the time has come to explain   
   >     the Golden Eternity   
   > and how the iridescent paraphernalia of radiating candles   
   >     ceases   
   >     when mentation ceases   
   > because I know what it's like to die,   
   >     to cease mentating, one day I died,   
   > I fainted actually, I was stooping smelling   
   > strapping flowers in the cosmos yard   
   > of my mother's cozy flower house   
   > in Auffinsham Shire, in Queens,   
   > and stood up fast taking deep breath,   
   >     blood rushed from head, next thing I knew   
   >     woke up flat on my back in grassy sun   
   >     and had been out fine minutes.   
   >   
   > And I had seen the Golden Eternity.   
   >     The Lamb was alone with the Lamb.   
   >     The Babe was alone with the Baby Lamb.   
   >     The Shroud was alone with the Golden Shroud.   
   >   
   > I was alone with God, who   
   >     is God, who was me,   
   >  who was All,   
   >     he stood high on a hill   
   >  overlooking Mexico City   
   >     radiating messages   
   >     out of a white Tiot   
   >   
   > - Jack Kerouac, 1958   
      
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   Poetry and songs of Will Dockery:   
   https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery   
      
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    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)