Our ways must look
Like quantum physics
To onlooking birds
And questioning rodents
Watching us write,
Drive, stare at our phones
Disproving the theory
Life dies left alone
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Our ways must look
Like quantum physics
To onlooking birds
And questioning rodents
Watching us write,
Drive, stare at our phones
Disproving the theory
Life dies left alone