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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 —

1975-06-26

Thursday, June 26th, 1975
         Lo key reality, Stephanie,
           was easy to be with.
         She knows no more than I
           and just happens to think its alright
               to be up and down; its normal.
           Attitude dancing is to be learned
             and friends are for sharing
                without strings.
              To me she's decadent
               and to her I'm an idealist
             and its fine;
               we both know we're wrong.
         It was just an interlude
           in our dances thru all the insanity.
         We paused to share
           the tales of our journeys
         and to be together
           simply because its better
              than being alone.
                              gallagher
                              26 jun 75
                              Long Beach, Stephanie Davies

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —