Bruce Malsom I'm less somehow, for his leaving, my spirit brother ... same eyes as my eyes same spirit as my spirit He's gone into the world again, at this conjunction's end, drifting amid the tides of change, each of ours alone. Same eyes as my eyes same spirit as my spirit some part of me gone, my brother, some part ... clear seeing, true spirit and grace until we meet again, thru illusion and change, immutable essences of that which makes us brothers, one. gallagher 10 Aug 76 - about my friend buena park, CA
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