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

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

Rid your of control
a naught, a chaos
Perfect clay to from
Here comes creative play

Desire, warm of, a of might
Another string bizarre of violin of
Creative serpent burst, the universal urge so
See the becoming Demiurge

of the force, the perisher fails
Skin forebodes a nail

That's a tempting wise man
And colors to the moon
Granting it's charm and splendor

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

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