3
Something rages here
chalk against God’s board.
The image I make appears more to me
than the survival of I,
the instrument of writing.
How shall I say it? How shall I live it?
let me, with open hands, dissipate
against this life with passion
and not cowardice
Adjust and accept and play
for even these days, as all the others,
contain the seeds of God
in their perceptions
and devout involvements
Than I may not be able to linger
is to be dealt with
by not waiting for departure
for this cup, like all the others
contains the nectar of life to drink.
gallagher
3 oct 84, irvine
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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