A grid of straight lines
To define every boundary
Gets warped by affairs
Of light and of gravity
And it’s hard to keep track of
With a whole mess of matter
Kept scattered about
Disrupting the pattern
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
A grid of straight lines
To define every boundary
Gets warped by affairs
Of light and of gravity
And it’s hard to keep track of
With a whole mess of matter
Kept scattered about
Disrupting the pattern