Poetry By Anthony Russomanno
 
OBLIVION 

IS A TIME WARP IN SPACE-PAST FROM TIME
PAST FROM THIS PLACE BOTH DIRECTIONS
MEETING INFINITY. FROZEN CUBES OF LIGHT
EMITTING THEIR EXISTENCE FOR REASONS
THAT WILL NEVER BE UNDERSTOOD.

PLANETS RACE THROUGH IMMORTAL SPACE THEIR
STARS STARE FACE TO FACE EACH ONE CAST IN TIME
TAKE THEIR PLACE REVOLVING ENDLESSLY
IN IT'S SOLIDIFYING WHITE LACE.

THE UNIVERSE STILL IN ITS CREATION, WHOSE STARS
ARE YET TO BE BORN WHOSE LIGHT FAILS TO REACH
THE EDGE OF ETERNITY WHOSE ORBITS ARE YET TO
BE COMPLETE; NEVER TO BE COMPLETED.

FROM THIS PLACE ONWARD IS PEACE. TIME YET TO BE,
TEACHINGS YET TO BE TAUGHT, SOULS YET TO BE,
TASKS TO BE DONE, THINGS TO BE UNDONE.

FROM THE DRIPPING WAX CANDLE TO THE DIITAL
COMPUTER MARKING TIME AND TIME AGAIN
WHOSE HARMONY NEVER CHANGES FROM TICK-TOCK.
WHOSE CENTURIES STAND STILL COMPARED TO
EONS PASSED WHOSE TIME RUNS AS FAST AS TICK-TOCK.

PLANETS GIVE FORTH THEIR KNOWLEDGE IN PIECES
EACH BROKEN TABLET A PART OF THE HISTORY OF MAN’S
IMMORTALITY. A BEING WEANED ON DESTRUCTION A BEING
WHOSE HISTORY TEACHES NO LESSONS.

AND LIKE THEIR ANCESTORS STILL CONSTRUCTING
MONSTROSITIES, STILL IN DEGRADATION, STILL
SEARCHING FOR IMMORTALITY OVERLOOKING
SIMPLICITY.





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