Oblivia © 2009

Written by Glen Yumang Manese

(Dedicated to my new muse, Oblivia)

The endless point believes not.

Constitutes every turn is a failure.

The shortest distance to her is not feasible.

A straight line grows ever so long.

One step is actually divided into divisions.

Each movement gets closer to objection.

The obvious climbs an unplanned journey.

Oblivia sends darkness coming to light.

The other must figure the path has an end.

The mind is a beautiful creation to create.

Reaching the object of affection comes naturally.

That touches a boundary even compelling for words.

More over to the nature of her interest is simple.

But difficult at the same time is my amusement.

Solitary beings are very much open-minded.

Forgetful to the under-minded that invades our space.

There is complexity with all the mixtures of perpetual.