Standing in place
Is a relative thing
To the speed of the train
And the Earth’s endless spin
And the speed that our planet
Goes around the bright Sun
And then, how the Sun
Through the Milky Way runs
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Standing in place
Is a relative thing
To the speed of the train
And the Earth’s endless spin
And the speed that our planet
Goes around the bright Sun
And then, how the Sun
Through the Milky Way runs