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1975-03-10 Transfer High

Monday, March 10th, 1975 
                             Transfer High

            I hear the wind
              where others only see the leaves fall
            and I am, in some way
              the leaves and the wind
                 though I lack the difference
                    between them....

            I am some ever present sum
              at once complete and yet growing
            and as I become the leaves and the wind
              so they become me.

            I am the pattern, more and more
              focused on itself, learning its way,
            I am causality climbing itself
              looking for second sight,
            evolution about to
              find the mirror.

                              gallagher
                              10 mar 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1975-06-19 Maya exam

Thursday, June 19th, 1975 
                       Maya exam

      Either I'm paranoid or God plays with me
        in his giant clockwork school of existence.
      I've known grace and now its become the carrot
        that makes me know my experience
           or slip back into faking it.
      My uncle says I think too much about my thinking
        gazing into the mirror wondering who it is
           that is looking back at me.
      And its true ... I wield the mirror well
        seeing both sides of everything ... but myself.
      Diane says we're going to hell
        but not to worry, she laughs,
      'All our friends will be there'...
        and my body cannot deny her.
      Chris says she's found the way
        to overcome herself through Christ
      and she shines conditional joy upon me
        complete beyond trying or touch, safe.
      Rose says there isn't anything else
        just babies and trust and patience
      and, that without lust or striving, we could settle
        into watching the years we're given pass.
      And I, I the chess master, weave and stagger
        from move to move ... mirror in hand.
                           gallagher
                           19 Jun 75
                           Long Beach

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1975-09-08

Monday, September 8th, 1975 
         God, I see you behind every sweep of my hand.
         I breath you between every second's passing
           and I feel you around me endlessly in every direction.
         I am like some mote in your weave of space and time.
         I find it hard to differentiate you
           because I've never experienced the otherness.
         You are the consequence inherant in my choices.
         The events which follow my acts, the choices given me,
           and the others with whom I work out my destiny.
         You are the weave of my life from which I select my thread.
         You are the events which react to the history I create,
           mirror and mirrored, you and I.
         We interpenetrate until I can scarce tell
         If you are everything
           or just my imagination....
                                          gallagher
                                          8 sept 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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