Like sentient snot
Inside of a shell
These snails keep on squirming
From a salt-laden hell
To a place where they won’t
Be melted on site
And no hungry gourmands
Trying to take a bite
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Like sentient snot
Inside of a shell
These snails keep on squirming
From a salt-laden hell
To a place where they won’t
Be melted on site
And no hungry gourmands
Trying to take a bite