Poems by BOB GALLO

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  • Four shadows in light,
    triads fold to squares in dusk...

  • They all wait like vultures:
    When the injured bird would fall...

  • The Fear (2) 1

    They scare us with death
    Until we are frightened of living...

  • He could never have
    the woman he loved because...

  • Do not fence yourself
    from others criticism, fence...

  • Thus said the hero,
    "I invite you all to fire...

  • How lonely is the flame
    that burns for its own fire...

  • "Now." is the current
    not floating with the river...

  • From nothing to everything
    we are...

  • It is utterly futile
    to argue with yourself...

  • I am the fire!
    Thus...

  • Before the game of gamble, starts
    it is already paid for...