Saint Oblivion Poem by Lia Padena

but she knew who to follow
the one that could not be manipulated
the spring that emerged from the moon
the sun that made it beautiful
she knew where to touch the earth
not to fall into blindness
so as not to become the prisoner of darkness
where the money was done through contempt
and the darkness does not grow
he became the point that disappeared through oblivion
saint oblivion
time will clean up this
it sounded like he was cleaning a magnetic tape