Dances on the graves
That were lost when they paved
A road through the heart of
The departed’s domain
It’s so hard to sleep
With the cars overhead
A hand through the pavement
A dawn of the dead
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Dances on the graves
That were lost when they paved
A road through the heart of
The departed’s domain
It’s so hard to sleep
With the cars overhead
A hand through the pavement
A dawn of the dead