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There's a distance long between your craving
And inspiration
Whose wine like fever, ending everlasting heat
Eternity

Gather days to them sands
Falling your feeble hands
Thought's views of nothingness
Malice through broken glass
Follows the

Rid eyes of control
Take a naught, a
Perfect clay to from
Here comes creative play

Desire, warm of, a carrion of
Another string bizarre of violin of
Creative burst, the universal urge so fervid
See the man's becoming

Dawn of the force, the perisher
Skin a driven nail

That's a tempting wise man
And lending colors to the
orchid it's charm and splendor

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

Rid your eyes of
a naught, a chaos
Perfect to sculpt from
comes creative passions play