These sails made of skin
Meant to capture the wind
Hang limp from the mast
In the absence of sin
A sailboat adrift
On a salt-baring sea
The crew that once manned it
Nowhere to be seen
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
These sails made of skin
Meant to capture the wind
Hang limp from the mast
In the absence of sin
A sailboat adrift
On a salt-baring sea
The crew that once manned it
Nowhere to be seen