I know that you are not an object;
I know that I am more than desires,
Ninety-nine percent of the time,
But when animal ignorance builds me a
tower,
Then you take the form of a fruit or a
flower,
and the heat of my gaze pierces deep
through the truth,
'Til the world becomes only desire and you.
Then, I remember I have better things
to do.
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