Quintessence

Drawn on the high horse
On the holy holidays
Not only were they
Witnesses to pleasure
They were witnesses to
Primary shadow fire and
Summer sonnets iniquity
Fear they handcraft nor
Capacity for wonder sorrow
Nor plunder for oftentimes
Their manual mark of magnitude
Finds the measure of their
Means more pure and stunned
By blunder of the fifth element
Quintessence expanding hope
Beyond forgiveness sent from the
Solar spheres circling them across
The starry heavens seeping
Through their
Dreams and wonders whispering
Around endless blooms of
Sunflower wonderment joining
Thousands of fathoms deep the
Sea do not disgrace the throne
Of thy glory nor abhor the
Bronze outcasting of thy
Light still running endless
Through all things ever
Growing ever astounding
Ever tumbling stillborn
Through and through.