I Could Hear

A mouthswarm
of the indescribable,

the uncreated,

I could hear
I could hear

moth

but ripples and
radiancies
and mirror-like
sounds

created,

a heroin wind of sound
mainlined to the mind

reborn.

I could hear the angels of sound
swarm.

(cut-up: On the Road – Jack Kerouac)

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