The long roll of days now coming' thru
have got me held between ... time and my dreams.
I cast about ... in love ... and out.
See how it goes ... it changes like the wind
its not so bad ... something will come to pass
I gather myself against these days
like a man who loves the winter and draws his coat closer
come, and play for me, life
ultimately you must leave me beyond repair, I know
but this far I've been blessed
I love you more than most of my brothers, I think
I seek your razor edged dividings ... decidings
Your Karmic truths and gaping paradoxes
You will make or break me ...
Why should I turn away, you're the only game in town
we just fool ourselves that there are others.
So you begin again, here, some new incomprehensible rhythms
my loves exchange ... rearrange ... the mirror continues to stare
and I, day by day, ... can see better ... more
We dance, you and I, ... pupil and teacher
creator and creation ... mirrored hands of God
groping towards ... something.
gallagher
01 oct 78
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