I read my poetry from ten years ago
and I wonder if I’m becoming a shell of myself
that which is consciousness shirking within
that which is physical.
I’m more wood than quicksilver
more container than content
The growing gone,
the coalescing begun.
The bursts of unbearable insight
given way to impassioned remembering.
gallagher
5 jan 84
Irvine, CA
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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