Creaturesque

There's a distance long between youCraving lips and inspiration chaliceWhose wine like fever- neverendingEverlasting heatEternity evanishedGather days to make them sandsFalling from your feeble handsThought's like views of nothingnessMalice leaves through broken glass(follows the glass?)Rid your eyes of controlTake a naught, a chaosPerfect clay to sculpt from itHere comes creative passions play...Desire... Warm of will, a carrion of mightAnother string bizarre of violin of mineCreative serpent burst, the universal urge so fervidSee the man's becoming DemiurgeDawn of force; starvation failsSkin forebodes a driven nailsThat's a power tempting wise manAnd lending colours to the moonGranting orchid it's charm and splendourSoon it comes, the light itselfSeems to be not of this Earth.