The Art of Distraction

Erosion dissolution - dreams vaulted. Of faeries, such beings, pray. Pray tell. Pay the price of one’s future. However many lost coins for to be scattered beyond the path of sight and reason. -

Deluge of eternal now - spellbound, enchanted, racing tides - I linger in my waling in the dying sultry, a shipwrecked dream. My bare feet upon the shifting beach.

The “green world” subsides, it’s our sunset. Makes bitter, the ending.

The dreams, your guide, constellations, friends so far. So far we go. The winding beach. Devotion expires, then flowers again.

Then it flowers again. - Clock strikes thrice among the moldering dreams. Time stands, stubbornly its ground. And sands linger. So far. Destruction for such-and-such, dream-defying logic. Who has so much wonder? Lost like coins tossed. Silvery endeavor.

Forward along, line of palms, breeze, our forgetting. For long. Forlorn.

Less of a kind, the savior of pain. Recede rock walls. Open to the setting suns of millennia. Invite the moiling; all the while the sea enters beyond the reaches of all memories.

The dreams, your guide. - by James Legare 2-4-2026.

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