Empty Empty Empty not growing. Remembering, not knowing. Sad, about what? nothing... Mad about everything no alternative? look how the year walks by me no focus, who am I?... just the space around which the identification, Dennis Gallagher, exists in whatever form I last left it who am I, the one pressing in or out or both? what's direction... complexity's increase, knowledge's gain, material's owner? empty of even questions I exist and see only the falling leaves of years in the lines of my face what do I want what can I have? what will I do what can be done? do I have a choice am I not one? gallagher 20 aug 76 - buena park
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