The water’s as red
As the sand that surrounds it
But dying of thirst
It’s as good as a spring
With fantasized clearness
He drinks long and deep
Keeping eyes and mind both
From the dead man’s foul heap
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
The water’s as red
As the sand that surrounds it
But dying of thirst
It’s as good as a spring
With fantasized clearness
He drinks long and deep
Keeping eyes and mind both
From the dead man’s foul heap