[...]

 

We'd burn all night on the jackpine peak

             seen from Denver in the summer dark,

             forestlike unnatural radiance 

                                illuminating the mountaintop:

 

childhood youthtime age & eternity 

             would open like sweet trees 

             in the nights of another spring

                                and dumbfound us with love,

 

for we can see together 

              the beauty of souls 

              hidden like diamonds 

                                in the clock of the world,

 

like Chinese magicians can

              confound the immortals

              with our intellectuality 

                                hidden in the mist,

 

in the Green Automobile 

               which we have invented 

               imagined and visioned

                                on the roads of the world

 

more real than the engine

                on a track in the desert

                purer than the Greyhound and 

                                 swifter than physical jetplane.

 

[...]

 

Allen Ginsberg, The Green Automobile (1953)