Lost Soul Disciples

As carefree moments surrender to     promising creations and     careful slumber, events unfold like a tapestry of     gilded fiber within the     gauze of memory. These rivulets drip from the     elemental construct into     all living matter, until dreams become more than     mere whispers of     valor during peril. Dotted along the carved horizon     down at bare-ass beach,     we stare-down the wonderment of design in     dichotomy with     whimsical mystery until even the mundane gears     begin to slow to a     catlike stretch, backs arched like stroked with     benevolent hands and     comet claws. We witness the fleet correction of     ages of trickery in their     passionless eyes as they swerve to gawk from     polished status     luxury sedans.