The stone can be thrown
Until it’s been carved
In nature it’s free
To look how it pleases
But once changed by man’s hand
Its form is decided
As man sets the rules
In the stone that it blighted
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
The stone can be thrown
Until it’s been carved
In nature it’s free
To look how it pleases
But once changed by man’s hand
Its form is decided
As man sets the rules
In the stone that it blighted