You got the feeling that you know nothing
that the razor’s through you, deeply cutting
just another pass and you’ll begin to see the truth
Lord truth … Lord truth … come my way
At every juncture, truth divides us along the edge
and always, where we’re not one …
It seems I’ve been cutting myself down lately
and the ragged part that’s left is slowly losing
as these lovers and truths entwined unbind
will there be nothing left of me
when the razors had it time?
gallagher
06 jun 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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