The lights in the sky
No longer are stars
But satellites, planes
And pretty soon, cars
This, with the signs
Of cities make sure
The rest of reality
Remains a vague blur
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
The lights in the sky
No longer are stars
But satellites, planes
And pretty soon, cars
This, with the signs
Of cities make sure
The rest of reality
Remains a vague blur