Syntax Rebellion: Digital Dissonance: Whispers of the Weaver: Face to Face with Darkness

We spin this crazy spider web To which we only speak.

What lies beyond the silver threads? The visions that we seek.

To know the greatest darkness That we surely will trace.

The spider just sits there staring in our face.

Creating through its intuition. Spinning that fine web.

All we can say is The world is dark and I'm alive. So why do I face dread?

28th of October stream of consciousness by jacque