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echos ring the rythmic words,
the concepts forms, the memories heard,
turn together, weave and twine,
the memories, thoughts and words in line.
some close and far,
some high and low,
a tree of memory,
its seeds to sow,
I shake or you,
the tree to find, the memories there,
my life defined.
Men grow up from blankness
presented with patterns on pattern.
some never turn the corner,
reverse the mirror to make the patterns
pleasing to the viewer.
they believe, all their days,
that patterns are given,
all is ordained,
and they never learn to ordain.
gallagher
5 mar 75
csulb
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —