Vision and Destiny

I am The Prince of the In-Between.

I sleep to dream.

And I pay the price of my lonely stagger

for the sum of one million suns,

grasped gently by my mind,

spoken slowly by my wise-toungue. 

 

I trust my mortal tissue

to an unstable future;

To the sight of the empy inverse of all that is,

and all that is. 

 

I am no longer a child. 

I am not yet a king. 

Omnia et Nihil

I am The Prince of the In-Between. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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