My dear oblivion

My dear oblivion
Now and then you beckon me
With your sardonic smile
And theatrical gestures
But I pay no heed
To your overtures
The misty nights
that you blow in my direction
Are penetrable
By the beams of my resolve
The dark clouds that you brandish
from the horizons of my existence
can remain there forever
For I have my own sun
To evaporate them
Lest they come over me
The demons that you summon
to get me
Are nothing but wasps
flitting around the lamp of my dreams
I don’t hate you (my dear…and all)
For you are a mere botheration
Only visible
In the fleeting moments of despair

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