Age walks on us
burned out dreams, we.
The makeup's thicker
and the novelty's grow worn.
New thrills come born of desperation
and we call this sophistication.
But neither youth nor this 'sophistication'
are any answer.
And so, I go on to where
they both cannot follow;
by ever avoiding forms
and falling into no patterns that I can see,
by ever leaving what I know behind
for that which is both less
and more.
gallagher
18 mar 75
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —