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.
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