Every dream, every obsession, every revenge
Every loving thought and every silence
sincerely begun
now come to visit me.
Carlos Castenada and Shirley MacLaine
give me relief from my twisting
with each of their views
of what lies beyond these immediate moments.
I’m close to the edge of my learning potential
and too close to the edge of my sanity.
Time, that moved so swiftly when I slept, in love,
now telescopes to a near stop …
Here, where these moments hang pregnant
with possible freedom or destruction,
here, where I squirm between emotional addiction
and my fear and longing for deep freedom,
here, where every moment hangs with powerful intent,
is the space between great sleeps.
And here, I am …
Gallagher
17 Dec 85
Tuscon, AZ
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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