The great liquid womb
Where hurricanes are born
Water floats through the air
From the sea where they’re formed
To cross the vast ocean
With intent of destruction
Simply from its existence
And the wind it creates
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
The great liquid womb
Where hurricanes are born
Water floats through the air
From the sea where they’re formed
To cross the vast ocean
With intent of destruction
Simply from its existence
And the wind it creates