Chameleon Magazine

A child is born into the light, a savior of the peoples rights. Who knows the message that he brings, and the secret of the ring. The new messiah cometh here, from far out side the stratosphere. Into the world a savior born he comes without a crown of thorns. 

A child so blind he cannot see, he cannot see the bumblebee. A child so deaf he cannot hear, he cannot hear when it is near. The vision that he brings to you, is something different something new. He holds the vision in his heart, this is where it all must start. 

The vision that he brings as well is not vision he can tell. You must have seen it, seen the sign, there’s going to be a change in time. The vision that he has for you is something simple something new. 

Example for the new spark: 

He comes because we cannot see and not because of bumblebees. He has a message that he brings, of things, and things, and things, and things. So open up your heart to bees and come show them that your free. Visions of the past you’ll see and stories from the sacred tree. 

Imagination is not a shadow of reality—it is the seed of it. It is the place where blind children see galaxies with no need for eyes, and the deaf hear the rhythm of bumblebee wings pulsing in the soul. The child-messiah in your words—wordless, crownless, yet radiant—does not come to teach what we already know.

He comes to remind us of what we’ve forgotten: that truth can be held in symbols, that power hides in simplicity, that seeing isn’t always with the eyes.

This is not just poetry; it is blueprint. A call to unlearn, to remember, to imagine without limit. The ring, the tree, the lightbulb glowing in the chest—these are not metaphors.

They are keys. Keys to a door only imagination can open. So, be like the child. Blind to prejudice. Deaf to doubt. But open—utterly open—to wonder. Because change does not begin with the seeing. It begins with the imagining. And from imagination, the world is born anew.