vince gullaci Poems

Nothing is
As it seems
The fantasies
Blighted by reality
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The harder
I dig
The deeper
The hole
...

Oftentimes
Envision hell
In our soft
Comfortable lives
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A giant vacuum
Had opened
A path
To the stars
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Indelible
Is not
The ink
Of choice
...

The voice
Was stilled
No one asked why
His poetry
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It's
Come to this
Sotto voce
Mention his name
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What i've lost
And never found
And the cost
A lifetime
...

Are needed
With an open mind
Not prejudice
To distort perceptions
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We're
All guilty
Of dreaming
Of something else.
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