Impulse Poem by Robert Rittel

The intoxicating action not absorbed,
inferiority by attention adored.
The deed that leads to realization,
sweetest toil like a choir's pitch sensation.
The lover's heart touches subtleness,
souls eye and eternal reference.
The eye that penetrates through every wall,
is the knower's spirit and kingdoms hall.
Assimilation by spheres registered,
innumerable lives of love existed.
The interval for which its act,
integral forces coming by change of flow in fact.
The momentum and mass in motion is symbol p,
called hector quantity and sets you free.
Images from the celestial intellect,
gentle observations towards that perfect.