Desire,
You amuse me,
Where have you been?
Hiding for so long,

It is you, lady flea, who,
Dazzle me to the core,
Your forest like spirit,
Guides me to the lore,

Your magnificent mind,
Of mathematical proportions,
I am at your disposal,
Line me up, direct me a box,

This circular connection,
Looping again and again,
Into infinity, into nothingness,
Into the vast unknown.