confusion mimics me, I try to understand
I fail to see that in the mirror glass
the thoughts I have in mind shape the answer
first and last
and so in spinning time the questions weave
and leave me winded by my logic’s futile try
and so confusion wins the greatest gain
against my feeble sight against my motive, pain
I hold the mirror in hand and is it friend or foe
I never seem to see yet I always try to know.
gallagher
09 aug 78 – my birthday
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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