Lines cross only once
On the field of a grid
If you look at it one way
It’s the place where they end
Travelling through
A figurative plane
To arrive at the point
Where their meeting’s sustained
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Lines cross only once
On the field of a grid
If you look at it one way
It’s the place where they end
Travelling through
A figurative plane
To arrive at the point
Where their meeting’s sustained