SamadhiMuse

            Poor heroes we,
            moved across the stage by our animal parts.
            Lost and blind to what we move within.
            We're children, growing, who've forgotten
            to laugh along the way.
            Could it be these forms have so little to do
            with our real experience?
            Rich men and fools all,
            cast within different parts, just we
            animal blind, I can't see for how it changes
            rich man, fool, spiritualist, debaucher
            secure and alone, frightened and tangled.
            A million stories seem to run through me, together,
            half animal, half conscious,
            pressed between the rocks
            of my enlightenment and death.

                                 gallagher
                                 01-09-77

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

 
        once I was younger and cut a broader stroke
         but the years wait insidious against these attacks
         and now I've come groveling back.

         I came from their service
         to slay the dragon of philosophy - 
         how came I here then?

         Here, where the shutters swing vacant
         against the midnight blackness
         and I'm starting to become somebody by default.

                              gallagher
                              02-29-77

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —