Here, where the center most gears spin,
here is the distillation of what I'm doing here
and I carry that moment timeless within me,
though my passions may rage a thousand times,
always ... it is like a spark.
A bit melodramatic, now that the band's past,
but there is something there.
Else why can I here the winds go whistling
in the midnight hour freight trains running
through my soul?
gallagher
05-07-77 - acid tripping
long beach
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —