(e.g. Schizoid fiction)-a disorienting hybrid of stream-of-consciousness and poetry whereby a story is told through loose word association-

*it is recommended to move quickly onto the next line rather than the usual poetic pause*

art created in TempleOS by @Davisanism

Night falls down

in the sticks

together and we’ll be alright

or was it left

behind by god

damn what was that

way lies death

to all trespassers on this land

quietly on your feet or they’ll

hear

something

is definitely out there

in the dark

trees scrape the sky overhead

aches to be alone

with one’s thought

this was the way to safety

in numbers

is the language of the divine

and concur

witch ways

the river runs through here

the rain and the lightning

bug eyes

need to sit down

in hell

looking up

up and away from this place

your hand in mine

shafts hidden through out

there is hope

no one can know

what I mean

faces in the window pane

is the mother of all

good things come to an end

of the line

of sight on the city lights

don't shine under the shadows

of intent is a part of the law

man is kind of a nice

guys i don't know

the way back home

is where the heart is

beating

them to death

as sweet release

back into the wild

thing about the children

of the corn 

husks of their former self

made it this way

off in the distant

memory

when they were alive

or dead

end.

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