Someday Someday, like now I will open these eyes and forget ever seeing before as I soak the idenity of each thing into myself as deeply as I can drink of it. On grass clouds I will walk beneath fire skies and trees that talk into the churning malstrom to feel my skin melt into the air as I become free becoming me. gallagher 19 Feb 1972 Long Beach
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