There's a distance long between you   Craving lips and inspiration chalice   Whose wine like fever- neverending   Everlasting heat   Eternity evanished   Gather days to make them sands   Falling from your feeble hands   Thought's like views of nothingness   Malice leaves through broken glass   (follows the glass?)      Rid your eyes of control   Take a naught, a chaos   Perfect clay to sculpt from it   Here comes creative passions play...      Desire... Warm of will, a carrion of might   Another string bizarre of violin of mine   Creative serpent burst, the universal urge so fervid   See the man's becoming Demiurge      Dawn of force; starvation fails   Skin forebodes a driven nails   That's a power tempting wise man   And lending colours to the moon   Granting orchid it's charm and splendour      Soon it comes, the light itself   Seems to be not of this Earth.