Walking through wind
And blown apart
As pieces of you
Take wing with a start
But it’s really just cells
And dust and stray hair
So keep it together
And don’t disappear
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Walking through wind
And blown apart
As pieces of you
Take wing with a start
But it’s really just cells
And dust and stray hair
So keep it together
And don’t disappear