Akin to Invisible

My vivid pang, the tour of self, aloof as hell, a cry for help.
And anthem pain, a steeple peal, a stigma pearl, a sacred
Keel. My mystic death, the deed of light, the dread of flame,
The rain of life. And soul to flight, a moment keen, the wings
Of prayer, a floating dream. And fey to mind, a brilliant
Queen, a godly art, a zenic stream. And life to God, a cultic
Flare, the frame of flight, despite the tare. My rustic wit, the
Drift of flame, the grit of love, the pulse of waves.

And vivid pang, the tour of self, aloof as hell, a cry for help.
And depth the soul, a stir of screams, a gothic plight, the
Blight of dreams. My conscious death, a karmic chain, a link
Of souls, a feyic flame. And grackle cries, the crux of Christ,
Aflame the soul, the wings of light. And life to God, a
Cultic flare, the frame of flight, despite the tare.