Sunday, March 22, 2020

Mystic Pain


such affliction. the tears are flame. the guilt of sound. the spirit
slain.
by rapturous wings
afloat by caves the voice is Om
the hoist are pangs.
at zenic flare. adrift the kiln. the breath
at flight. the best made ill. or spear by
veil, a cryptic flash, the
ghost of light, the worst of ash.
but a pearly storm the whirl
of grief the growth of soul, the reign of beasts.
add arc to rain
to bare the curse the rose of blight  
the cultic hearse. as but the
fantast, torn aflame, a clone of
dice the mystic’s shame.

such affliction. the tears by pangs the silk of bondage the spirit
made bane. at phantoms born a fulgent bar the tint of bliss the
kiss of scars. or yogic death the kef of flight the breath of
faith the growth of sight. by gale as heart the dart of flesh
the thresh of light the soul made rest. tusks the fantast, torn
aflame, a clone of Fire, and mystic pain.


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