QuintEssence
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Heaven heaves:
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The pneumatic wind
of spirit's air
descends from its
transcendent lair.
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Into water life's breath
condenses down;
falling into
matter's ground.
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Soaked with moisture
spirit animates earth;
we grow and toil,
life's lessons learn.
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Earth decays,
dries out, and burns;
the element of fire
to dust returns.
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Then from the four
a fifth distills;
with Christic wine
the cup is filled.
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A drink of blood
in a new skin sealed,
by a mixed solution
my mind is healed.
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