Collective Unconscious

There’s a flutter in my stomach; 
There’s a heartbeat in my soul. 
There’s words from every century, 
Waiting to be told. 

There’s an idea in my mind; 
There’s inspiration in my breath. 
There’s the sound of a million faces
Finally coming to a rest. 

I am the portal for which they speak; 
The collective unconscious; one in me. 
An existential philosophy,
I have to write; they won’t let me be. 

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