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to understand something there.
Want to finish
the job yourself?
What do you mean?
Well, I said I'd dig
the garbage pit,
and I've done that.
Aren't you supposed
to do the rest?
I'll dump earth over it
and tamp it down.
No, no, no, no!
What's the matter
with this kid?
Is he a cretin?
Come on, Elliott.
Jack...
you are so f***ing neurotic.
The hell with this madness.
Just a golden wash of goodness
has spread over all and
over all my body and mind.
All the dark torture
is a memory.
I know now I can
get out of there.
We'll drive back to the city.
I'll take Billie home.
I'll say goodbye
to her properly.
She won't commit no suicide
or do anything wrong.
Billie will go on being golden
one way or the other.
The little boy will grow up
and be a great man.
Lenora's life will go on.
Old Lew will manage somehow.
I'll forgive them
and explain everything.
And Neal Cassady
and Albert Saijo
and ravened Michael McClure
and perfect,
starry Philip Whalen,
they'll all pass through
one way or the other.
I'll stay with Ferlinghetti
at his home a few days,
and he'll smile and show me
how to be happy a while.
We'll drink dry wine
instead of sweet
and have quiet evenings
in his home.
Ferlinghetti will say,
"That's all there is to it. "
"Take it easy.
Everything's okay. "
"Don't take things too serious. "
"It's bad enough as it is"
without you going the deep end
over imaginary conceptions,
"just like you
always said yourself. "
I'll get my ticket
and say goodbye on a flower day
and leave
all San Francisco behind
and go home
across autumn America,
and it'll all be like
it was in the beginning,
simple, golden eternity,
blessing all.
Nothing ever happened,
not even this.
There'll be farewells
and smiles.
My mother will be
waiting for me glad.
The corner of the yard
where Tyke is buried
will be a new
and fragrant shrine,
making my home
more homelike somehow.
Something good will come
out of all things yet,
and it will be golden
and eternal just like that.
There's no need
to say another word.
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