Still air disturbed
By the pendulum’s start
Trapped in a case
Made of wood and glass
At last, they’re in motion
The plans that time made
It keeps biding itself
As the clock ticks away
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Still air disturbed
By the pendulum’s start
Trapped in a case
Made of wood and glass
At last, they’re in motion
The plans that time made
It keeps biding itself
As the clock ticks away