0:38 – I want to enfold my choices and potentials today.
– See God breathing as matter. See fate and destiny
twisted as the invisible lace through which we move.
0:48 – The enfolding bliss of being …
1:04 – A state of ecstatic bliss.
1:26 – Wordless
2:31 – All the beauty I own is wasted unless I’m looking at it.
3:02 – The sprinklers came on !
3:12 – Instead of letting the blossoms batter them, they batter the
blossoms.
3:23 – A little lucidity returning now; like glass thru everything.
3:32 – Lise is wood
Lise is like oak
You can touch the earth
in this woman.
3:45 – The stage of redundancies, of making too much out of
everything. You’re everybody’s assailant at once!
I like looking at Lise; she’s looking back.
‘Tell yourself any stories you want
be the kind of man I want!’
Lise
4:03 – Telling myself I’m lucid enough to go out. Racquetball sounds
good.
4:30 – If you’ve never opened an orange on acid, its worth the
admission.
4:33 – Reconnected the phone.
4:42 – We wrote some silly poetry together
and now we are friends.
There is no peace but the backside of acid.
4:55 – Coming inside. (real time 3 p.m.)
5:55 – Through proofing KH papers.
So what have I figured out
with all this today?
That I love, that I feel
that I care.
What is there to weigh or debate
my poetry is written
like the muscles of my forearm;
it tells the story
of what it has done.
That love should have left
a few scars across these page
I praise God.
Today I called to him
and me … and her
and we laughed at the fountains
of the winds … brimming
Love.
I praise God for Love.
6:00 – Hours in.
6:15 – Resuming real time = 4:20 p.m.
gallagher
4 april 1985
– an acid trip of three tabs
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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