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Gladly Paid ~ D. James Breaux
(A war on compassion altered space and time, darkness set in, memories were lost, seconds turned to centuries, and the world forgot how to love) The fatigued wind, running so hard to find the past breathes a sigh onto the horizon. A slow romantic sun kisses the burned out moon to sleep making cynical shadows long, and the sleepy moon's uninspired commands pull immortal tides into forever.... dreaming cold blue dreams. And dreams of imprisoned teardrops remain trapped beyond this side, assigned to melt lost memories and hold them captive forever, in a place where the clocks move too slow. Dreams of approachable ghosts try to break through pain's portal between two worlds, dancing in the rain in december barefoot, not the slightest bit bothered by the thought of catching cold. Dreams of peter pan lookalikes slide down a neon kite string to the soundtrack of goat's bells in pastures on farms in ohio. They're happy. Dreams of phantom waves crash through the love's portal across oceans of time into now, washing lost memories onto present handsome shores. And all of a sudden, a metallic sand crab comes a crawling out of the dunes dragging a rabbit foot and for a second or two the world stops. The cynical shadows: they wake up frozen. The centuries: they turn back into seconds. The teardrops: they revolt. Their resistence frees the prisoners and the memories.... they are no longer lost, their ransom gladly paid. (And then, trading darkness for light, the world was free to love once more, and to never speak of this again)
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The some what cluttered opening and ending work very well! @DJamesBreaux. Also, the imagery! It's so alive; so vibrant. I felt the sigh of the fatigued wind myself.
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