Stuck to the curtain
In death, still stationary
The moth never moves
Never flies or makes merry
Just stays where it is
To keep watching the ceiling
’til all falls around it
With structure’s unsealing
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Stuck to the curtain
In death, still stationary
The moth never moves
Never flies or makes merry
Just stays where it is
To keep watching the ceiling
’til all falls around it
With structure’s unsealing