The air in his lungs
Makes a break for the surface
As his body descends
To the heart of the sea
A tomb for the drowned
In the womb that birthed life
As the ancients devour
The fallen king’s light
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
The air in his lungs
Makes a break for the surface
As his body descends
To the heart of the sea
A tomb for the drowned
In the womb that birthed life
As the ancients devour
The fallen king’s light