I will not die, I will wander the wild waters until all the seas run dry
No moriré, recorreré las aguas salvajes hasta que todos los mares se sequen
No human words bespeak
the token sorrow older
than old this wave
becrashing smarts the
sand with plosh
of twirléd sandy
thought—Ah change
the world? Ah set
the free? Are rope the
angels in all the sea?
Ah ropey otter
barnacle’d be—
Ah cave, Ah crosh!
A feathery sea.
Jacques Kerouac
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