Oblivion Poem by Anthony Russomanno

OBLIVION IS TIME WARP IN SPACE-PAST FROM TIME
PAST FROM SPACE, BOTH DIRECTIONS MEETING INFINITY
FROZEN CUBES OF LIGHT EMITTING THEIR EXISTENCE
FOR REASONS THAT MAY NEVER BE KNOWN

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, WHO'S STARS
ARE YET TO BE BORN WHOSE LIGHT FAILS TO REACH
THE EDGE OF ETERNITY WHO'S PLANETS ARE YET TO TAKE
THEIR ORBIT AROUND THIS UNBORN SUN

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 DIGITAL COMPUTER
MARKING TIME AND TIME AGAIN WHOS HARMONY NEVER CHANGES
FROM TICK-TOCK WHOS MEANING IS YET TO BE UNDERSTOOD.
WHO'S CENTURIES STAND STILL COMPARED TO EYONS PASSED
WHO'S TIME RUNS AS FAST AS TICK-TOCK

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

LIKE OUR ANCESTORS STILL CONSTRUCTING
MONSTROSITIES, STILL IN DEGRADATION, SEARCHING FOR
IMMORTALITY OVER LOOKING SIMPLICITY.