The Ego Slain

Love and chaos: the ego slain. I’m dearly dead, suffused with
Flame. And life to pride, my astral flight, infused with heart,
And biblic sight. My rising crush, a touch of dreams, the soul
Of light, and silent screams. And peacock rites, the art of
Love, my signet ring, and life above. And gems to stone,
Angelic tombs, a sculpted scar, the fruits of gloom. But girlish
Flush, the spark of soul, a heated flare, a heart to gold.
And lustful art, my raging loins, fraught with sin, the core
Adjoined.

My parcel hope, a flaming rock, the myth of God, the angel’s
Flock. And light to Christ, our burning flame, adrift the hells,
Aloft the reigns. Thus we perish, immortal strife, the ache of
Death, and christic life. And depth the soul, a scalpel sore, the
Breath of flesh, at heaven’s door.