Scrambling hands
Digging in the dirt
Shallow grave
For the hope of hidden treasure
The note held a lie
Or perhaps was read before
By someone else
Either way
There’s nothing here
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Scrambling hands
Digging in the dirt
Shallow grave
For the hope of hidden treasure
The note held a lie
Or perhaps was read before
By someone else
Either way
There’s nothing here