Pit Of Unconsciousness #Haiku #Poetry

A haiku written by Lee Sonogan

Perry

Animals praise a good day, a good hunt. They praise rain if they’re thirsty. That’s prayer. They don’t live an unconscious life, they simply have no language to talk about these things. But they are grateful for the good things that come along. – Mary Oliver

Stupor chasms fleeting!

Freest torpor gulfs, rattling chains;

Array and creeping!

The psychical, whatever its nature may be, is itself unconscious. – Sigmund Freud

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