The worms crawl all
Through loose lipped dirt
Avoiding the light
To bask in the murk
Until taken away
To a watery grave
As living bait
Where the foolish fish wait
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
The worms crawl all
Through loose lipped dirt
Avoiding the light
To bask in the murk
Until taken away
To a watery grave
As living bait
Where the foolish fish wait