Is it creation, creativity

What am I supposed to call this quiver

That pulsates and demands inside of me

And makes my insides burn with a fever

As I feverishly try to create

A testimony to speak of my strife

When Earth´s hungry mouth will swallow my fate

And my limbs will finally fade from life

The burning desire to be more than earth

Perpetually inflames my restless mind

My hands, infatuated, work for the birth

Of a monument of famous Sphinx´s kind

While I am trying to smash and shatter

The monumental creation´s matter