Conjunction, for weeks growing
and I could suddenly scream from the press of it
washed clean of all I called mundane
pilgrim to a madness I cannot name
I'm here and growing
wash me life, with your joy and pain
and leave me stumbling, dumb,
if you must, once again.
gallagher
6 Nov 77
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