Seasons Of Oblivion 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 creations sound

Inversion of oblivion
A trail cut out
A passage in
These seasons of oblivion
Finality in motions spin