A great wall of light
Past the forest of night
“The sun surely stings”
Think the creatures in fright
And the last to pass through it
Was not seen again
May have met a life of peace
Or a swift blinding end
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
A great wall of light
Past the forest of night
“The sun surely stings”
Think the creatures in fright
And the last to pass through it
Was not seen again
May have met a life of peace
Or a swift blinding end