A mountain looms
Above my head
As the tunnels twist
Mysterious dread
What could be waiting
In shadows so hushed
If the mountain should crumble
Then all would be crushed
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
A mountain looms
Above my head
As the tunnels twist
Mysterious dread
What could be waiting
In shadows so hushed
If the mountain should crumble
Then all would be crushed