The yolk river running
Down denatured white hills
The sweet golden flow
Soaks into the toast
That happened to be there
It pools on the plate
Like a sauce running late
And helps to make breakfast
Undeniably great
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
The yolk river running
Down denatured white hills
The sweet golden flow
Soaks into the toast
That happened to be there
It pools on the plate
Like a sauce running late
And helps to make breakfast
Undeniably great