A statue that sleeps
With both eyes wide open
Not awoken by sunlight
Or the pounding of rain
It will crumble away
Before the dream ends
The remains to be taken
Where the scattered wind sends it
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
A statue that sleeps
With both eyes wide open
Not awoken by sunlight
Or the pounding of rain
It will crumble away
Before the dream ends
The remains to be taken
Where the scattered wind sends it