There is one force to fuse the universe.
Is jealousy a fallen form of love,
Wrath a misunderstanding of above?
And what our ancestors calld Adam’s curse
A fractured reflection of the grand
And ancient scheme our divine selves created,
When with our seed the future permeated,
With nourishing desire, filled the land.
My love it is a drunken spinning wheel
With one still center which will never move,
And tho the sands the four winds breathing feel.
Our lives exist infinity to prove.
The twist is that the fuel we call desire
Will never be consumed despite the fire.