The Shadow of an Idea

Specks of the Infinite come, not with concision, but ambiguity.

Shadows of shadows. Immature silhouettes. Hidden gems.

With no identity. Blurry remembrances. Abstract offerings.

Nebulous truths with no outline.

Wanting to be given shape, conveyance.

But . . . the world . . . is yours to shape.

Published by Kumi

Liaison to the Infinite.

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