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1975-03-?? The Big Apple

Saturday, March 1st, 1975
                          The Big Apple

         I am evolution come to consciousness
           with just enough awareness to see my purpose, sometimes,
         though all that I am and how I came to be
           is still far beyond me.

         We've only so recently seen evolution's pattern
           emerge from the darkness of our ignorance
         that the very breadth and span of it
           causes us yet to doubt it.

         To doubt that evolution has truly
           been given over to the evolved.
         But, the very consequences of our ignorance
           now bears down on us, and in direct proportion,
         to that knowledge, for which we're responsable,
           simply by knowing it.

                                 gallagher
                                 mar 75

         - a watershed thought

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1975-03-03

Monday, March 3rd, 1975
               Saw myself today
                 in the reflections of others
               and as I would have them do
                 I did not
                    but this time I caught it.

               Dave Whitcomb would be my friend
                 save for the gap
                    I've never braved....

                 To stand equal and accepting
                    with him, of him, for him,
                 and so it is with others
                   and myself.

                                    gallagher
                                    3 mar 75
                                    CSULB

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1975-03-05 403E

Wednesday, March 5th, 1975
                             403E

               echos ring the rythmic words,
               the concepts forms, the memories heard,
               turn together, weave and twine,
               the memories, thoughts and words in line.
               some close and far,
               some high and low,
               a tree of memory,
               its seeds to sow,
               I shake or you,
               the tree to find, the memories there,
               my life defined.

               Men grow up from blankness
               presented with patterns on pattern.
               some never turn the corner,
               reverse the mirror to make the patterns
               pleasing to the viewer.
               they believe, all their days,
               that patterns are given,
               all is ordained,
               and they never learn to ordain.

                                    gallagher
                                    5 mar 75
                                    csulb

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —