Poetry Time 18: The Messenger

Once you see it, don’t turn back. The seals of yours approval is bleeding through your isolation.
Once you hear it, don’t turn off. The bells of yours improval is screaming through your insulation.
Once you feel it, don’t turn numb. The strokes of yours instinctual is scratching through your incubation.
Once you know it, do turn forth. The news of yours primordial is living through your transformation.


NaaN (Now, always and Never)