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.