The indigo lights caress my newborn skin
as I meditate on the prophecy
impregnating my psych.
The clarity is of an infinite definition,
yet the message to some might still be
too complex to consume.
Because of my youth in this new light
I cannot share too much,
But if one was to listen closely,
I might not have to.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Sight: Volume I
PoetryI see my Books of Truth have been greatly accepted by the public. I have decided after a leave of absence to bring to you a new series of books. Please enjoy.
