Empty Empty Empty
not growing.
Remembering, not knowing.
Sad, about what?
nothing...
Mad about everything
no alternative?
look how the year walks by me
no focus, who am I?...
just the space around which
the identification, Dennis Gallagher, exists
in whatever form I last left it
who am I, the one pressing in or out or both?
what's direction...
complexity's increase,
knowledge's gain,
material's owner?
empty of even questions
I exist and see only
the falling leaves of years
in the lines of my face
what do I want
what can I have?
what will I do
what can be done?
do I have a choice
am I not one?
gallagher
20 aug 76 - buena park
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