Falling in place
In relation to space
Though it feels like we’re still
The whole human race
We’re always in motion
With bleeding emotion
Our minds match the speed
Of the first great explosion
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Falling in place
In relation to space
Though it feels like we’re still
The whole human race
We’re always in motion
With bleeding emotion
Our minds match the speed
Of the first great explosion