Above the High and Mighty

If high they be and far beyond...
They reach the core of thought.
Without a why and dual they bond...
Duality set and mostly sought.

They drift where the poet lies...
Cursed to drape and wither forth.
Dripping from the poets thighs...
Birthing heights so noble sought.

The land-lubber drooling excess...
To the poet's sweet lone carress.