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There's a distance long between craving lips
And inspiration
Whose wine like fever, never ending heat
vanished

Gather to make them sands
Falling your feeble hands
Thought's like of nothingness
leaves through broken glass
Follows the

Rid eyes of control
Take a naught, a
Perfect to sculpt from
comes creative passions play

Desire, of, a carrion of might
Another string of violin of mine
serpent burst, the universal urge so fervid
See the man's Demiurge

of the force, the perisher fails
Skin forebodes a driven

That's a power tempting man
And lending to the moon
Granting orchid charm and splendor

Soon it comes, the light
Seems to be not of this
Not of Earth

Rid your eyes of
a naught, a chaos
Perfect clay to sculpt
Here creative passions play