Beneath fallen buildings
Lie the ghosts of green fields
Bearing fossils and bones
And the gold our world yields
As the plates keep on shifting
The core keeps on cooling
And the kings all lose track of
What it is they’re all ruling
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Beneath fallen buildings
Lie the ghosts of green fields
Bearing fossils and bones
And the gold our world yields
As the plates keep on shifting
The core keeps on cooling
And the kings all lose track of
What it is they’re all ruling