From beyond,
you told me something in a language it seems I would have
understood,

and this small
piece of partially torn paper I left tucked inside this file as if its
message were

cryptic, a
mystery to me, some Rosetta stone relic sure to require a master
decoder

ring - ring sure
to be denied to me in sun's rising, setting and rising again
from beyond.

Weary of
this predisposition for precognition and vision, I set the thing
far aside,

gem of truth
shaped for me of ruby stones and emerald. Now I gather meaning
from beyond.

and move on.
Enough of lies, false and spying eyes from beyond. I fly, fly high,
filled with truth.