To bind the mind
And tame the flame
To yearn and burn
For pleasure pain
To lust in trust
And sire the fire
To wake and ache
With spent desire
Shades of light
Phases of moon
Rays of night
Rhythms of tune
Circles with edges
Levels with ledges
Thresholds still lure
Curiosities endure
Pressure-fired
In molten crust
Diamonds hide
Within the dust
We see the gem
But only when
We strip away
The hardened clay
To catch the light
Of inner assets
Behold the sight
Of myriad facets
— Wayne Visser