on the road... again

I read Kerouac and my head blows up,
sizable partitioned excessive baggage,
the gray matter hurls in all directions.
And in the middle; a soul-like core,
--radiant, nuclear, searing to the touch,
and it's all because in part 2-2
and on my particular book's page 117
and from the time stamped 1947
one Dean Moriarty exclaims that he
and his compatriots are all a band of Arabs
coming in to blow up New York.
We've all been following the wrong profit,
the real bible is "On the Road",
or it's just another bloody coincidence...