Sometimes he’s just filled with these strange and fleeting flights of fancy

They just appear out of nowhere, dreams borne out of thin air

They perplex him and he wonders at their nature

So vague, shape-shifting, capricious, hopping from nowhere to anywhere

But one constant they share–their ephemeral nature.

When under their sway, he’s transformed into bright boldness

Nothing is impossible, none unimaginable

The sun the sky the stars the moon–all his forever

But then a telling shift happens and

Like an unreal ocean, the tide never returns to shore

Ever receding, ever ebbing, until

the horizon greedily swallows them up.

And then he’s left to wonder:

How could they be so bold

So as to appear in so misfortunate a creature?

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