1975-10-08 Procrastinating again…

                       Procrastinating again...
         beginnings the hardest, again and again.
         To fill and empty myself of facts...
         Somehow, as I've grow, I die
         but I'm more aware of it
           these times wired all night.
         I've know a little now of who I am...
         The Irish tinkerer.
         Walk me, professors, thru all the mysteries...
         but all I crave are the basics;
         the common denominators,
         the sudden flashes of insight,
           theirs and mine.
         Stacks of facts and memories
         are the maya of science to me
         and though they may be necessary
         they bring me down below my optimum.
         But, here, where I fly, just on the twilight,
         between facts and imaginations
         and patterns and hallucinations...
         I love the jumps, the correlations,
         the ultimate unity beyond words
         that almost yields purpose
         before it colesceses
         into the everything which is nothing.
         I love to climb in magnitude
         when I seek to understand
         not to sink in detail
         waiting to bottom out below confusion.
                              gallagher
                              8 Oct 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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