Shafts of my emptiness fill out my time before me
time lines of what I'm becoming, given me.
I pause and consider, at once, my destiny and choices...
woven around this node, I fly thru time.
I'm growing but there's so much to know
and I've so far to go
to clear the material world.
What crazy dreams we spin
so unlike the truth.
My heart jumps each time the phone rings
but its only someone I know again.
gallagher 20 jul 75
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —