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1976-10-26

Tuesday, October 26th, 1976 

         Walking blind, except when I'm fooling myself.
         I know too much, think too much
         and in the steady erosion of my ignorance,
         I perish and cry out; dust to dust.

         I'm nothing more than what I am not.
         I'm nothing more than the choices I've made.
         I'm nothing more than a question constantly asked.

         And I try, like original sin, to answer.
         I'm an aching void when my knowing leaves me
         confronting the unknown without
         as blind as a baby reborn.

                                    gallagher
                                    26 Oct 76

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1976-10-30

Saturday, October 30th, 1976 

         The days are flying and I chew my fingers more.
         I'm burning with my waste, no more the A to B man,
         my dreams are limited by my lack of imagination.
         No vision but the trees that blow in the evening,
         the acid taste of coffee in my mouth each day.
         No visions guide me now,
         I'm waiting for what the world can become
         if left on its own.

                                    gallagher
                                    10-30-76

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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