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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 —

1975-06-23

Monday, June 23rd, 1975
      I should close my eyes against my sight
        it brings me no truth, only questions.
      It brings me no answers,
        only choices.
      It brings me no closer to understanding
        only closer to naked reality
      as it is revealed
        by the loss of my innocences.
            Each of us is potentially Adam
              each of us can leave the garden
                 of our ignorance.
            Sometimes faith whispers to me now
              out of her shadowed dream gardens
                 only mine.
            But as yet I listen reluctantly,
              unable to see her.
      But I find nothing worth seeing
        in my material sight either
      nothing to quench the thirst of my spirit...
        thirst for more than my senses can admit.
      Nothing there to to convince me that there IS more
        but my looking and my love.
                              gallagher
                              23 jun 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1975-06-26

Thursday, June 26th, 1975
         Overcast dull Monday
           before Terry ... and after Diana.
         I wring myself at the press
           of life within me thwarted
              bound in forms, unnatural, without help.
         Rose one night helped me see
           that I get nothing when I want everything
         and I thanked her and left
           to find Monday morning here...
         Here, dancing the dance of hearts and swords
           with Chris
              and taking it all too seriously.
                                 gallagher
                                 26 jun 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —