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Walk down this quaint path to the end,
In the fork of the road where the foot notes the slight bend,
Mr. Ginsberg waits and contemplates,
Whether the fool or the man is to end or create,
To make the air drunk with cognac,
Mr. Jack laughs as with a simple act,
Righteously cradling the edge of sane,
There the pain wanes with grandiose strain,
Understanding the words of the art,
Come, run and light those with the spark,
Ultimately, finally, unequivocally nebulous,
And at the same instance also quite incredulous,
This I write as a tribute to one Jack,
Yes, that Jack, of Kerouac.
Peace out.