The storm did not answer
The old one’s command
It roars on its own
And never for man
Yet still he believed
That he was in control
The lightning that struck
Was the lightning he’d thrown
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
The storm did not answer
The old one’s command
It roars on its own
And never for man
Yet still he believed
That he was in control
The lightning that struck
Was the lightning he’d thrown