Creation begets human consciousness daily.
Consciousness gives birth to Desire endlessly.
Desire transcends illusion momentarily.
mellows over misty marsh fires
flakes having creamy ice desires
flowers up until the grapes sour
glow like a-waaay the hour
touch and go as time expires
connect to form a kiss in space wires
bursts forth on radiant light beams
come to grow alike, or so it seems