A half-breath life
Timid even with air
Whether walking through fog
Or weather so far
That it breathes itself in
But still there’s resistance
Until it’s all needed
And the lungs expand further
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
A half-breath life
Timid even with air
Whether walking through fog
Or weather so far
That it breathes itself in
But still there’s resistance
Until it’s all needed
And the lungs expand further