At pillars of marble
You come to a stop
For a quick bag of chips
And a bottle of pop
Subliminal signal
Antiquity’s mark
The realm of the gods
In this roadside mart
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
At pillars of marble
You come to a stop
For a quick bag of chips
And a bottle of pop
Subliminal signal
Antiquity’s mark
The realm of the gods
In this roadside mart