Vernacular of Desire

Vernacular of ceaseless desire
Touch wood and put it on fire
Raise flags blow winds of passion
Discover the arena of action,

The moth burns itself for the flame
Immortalized by the pen is a poet’s name
Words of love each heart stain
The phoenix that dies takes birth again.

Shallow your prejudgments
Who can an absolute knowledge claim?
Secure a rational logic
I breathe, see and feel what I am.

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