The Feast

The desired creates desire.
Desire creates the desired.
On and on it goes until
the desire is immense,
and the desired is divine.

A castle is built out of bricks
with no mortar;
a mountain made
out of shifting sands.

I conquer the highest peak,
and wonder why I end up
beneath a pile of rubble.

I will build the illusion again,
but perhaps not so high.
However certainly I will climb,
and this time I will tread very carefully.
That was the problem last time.