Castigated quintessence
Speaks to a tamed effectivity
Its not a conquest pleasure
 merely an abrupt architect of blind negligent commission
Inwards it stands counter and consumes its self roughly
If you could overstand hopeful inner projections its magnitude might hasten your retirement
 but the bitter cold countenance is a foreign breath
   and could it touch you might transport alien values unknowable
Your shade thus touched would risk reduction to base pre-animal.