There Are Heavenly Bodies And Earthly Bodies, But The Splendor Is Of One Kind, The Other Another

In a spiritual crown without mourning,
pleasure without pain
as grief has no purpose in a kingdom without torment
Release yourself from the agony, propel affirming thoughts
to a domicile only conceived of in mind, for the warmth may be edified
when the breath is lonely and cold, but relief in a vagary bottomed pie,
a mantle above the silent scorn, the big apple
above the sagely bass of the misguided celestial abyss