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 gla** (follows the gla**?) Rid your eyes of control Take a naught, a chaos Perfect clay to sculpt from it Here comes creative pa**ions 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.