Alive and Gone

Such luminosity—a soul to quake. I beckon love, a sober tear.
She cries the cave, aloof—a smile. We dance the friction,
And grog the soul. My insatiable love, an omen’s grin; and
Peccant heart, a secret sin. Indeed, the years, an angel’s
Frown, a man to beg, a silken gown. I cry the passion, and dig
The earth, a crystal muse, a feeling—serf. Infuse the womb,
A light afflux, an infant sea, the future’s crux. And fulcrum
Fair, a fountain flame, a gentle minx, a Bible’s pain. My
Vaguest love, a brilliant mind, the yoke of wind, the fen of
Time. Indeed, a star, a pensive ghost, a fane aflare, a
Sphinxly host. Awake the gods, a beauty stern, a fallen vox,
A mystic urn. And such the ache, a vixen bold, a tragic love,
A dungeon cold. Thus the quake, a heart to groan, a soul to die,
Alive and gone.