The following stream I have broken up into a prose but if put all
together it would look like a long, continuous single sentence paragraph.
This stream is as I wrote it with all its grammatical naughties and no-nos.
But I did correct misspelled words
The new lines are not random in choice but are my choice. I imagine the
others might have made other choices.
Look blankly at my bed
a pillow of ages
rests my head
the tower of my unconscious
waiting to call me into my dreams
of flavors undiscovered
beyond the reach of time
into the void
where true nature drops its bouncing balls
and we follow the maze of unfettered thoughts
and visions to no end
only confusion surrounds us wearily
from end to end
in the web of the dream catcher
trying to field thoughts
slippery and stale
sifted and drifting
into the thoughts of days
and weeks we toil to save our souls
from their separation from our bodies
only to find that there is a delight to behold
as we look down upon or up
at our flesh
our bones seep
slowly rotting into the earth
from whence life sprung
and bound us to this hell on earth
their love is never died
only their flesh has left us
for they are always with us
in the passion of our heart
the joy of our songs
the words in our minds
the love in our souls.