Reach high into perfection,
Of Highness herself mighty glory divine.
To taste stardust on thy goblet edge
To sense aether in thy nostrils flare
Peek so remotely and thus
Retrace the trajectory that led you hence.

Why science speaks of dreams
And the literature of design
And the rapture of exhaustion
Time the fall of modern time.

The barriers of man alight
Adrift the mule of lust and wander
The ghost chariot my love and wonder
The grid the mesh the veil the bone
That set so surely worlds of virtue
Virtually collide; to particles ever glide.

The gods they see the deeds
Of man he hears the words
Upon those ones who heed
To calculate of lore.