/lit/ - Literature

streaming i am following the liquids the melted ice the whitegrey river it draws into a field of white i am going there to find there is a fox red and orange black rimmed eyes jumping he transforms to bird stuff but sits still on snow watching nothing i am fell down black ness void and temperament which i have none i am not shoulder pain and thought and hunger just want want want will have and sit and stare as lights mutate be for me and take the liquid into me take the light into me i am a toad but sleek a frog but rough no a rooted man thing that forgets what i am

If on a winter's night a traveler
The Drones - You're Acting Like It's The End Of The World