Seasons of OblivionA Poem by Niamh Croneka
Excursions to oblivion
Take these eyes , shut down this skin Stop this blood from running cold Stop this heart from boiling thin Insurgence of oblivion No territory lost or won No race against a dying sun No place to hide when all is gone Cadence of oblivion A silence lost A silence found The chance to take time and again Enigma of creative sound Inversion of oblivion A trail cut out A passage in These seasons of oblivion Finality in motions spin © 2015 Niamh CronekaReviews
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