Element of God

Oh cryptic Wisdom, my cultic love: the tides burn joy; and

So much to repent; and so much to cry; but and still, I yearn

The sin. Her colorful soul: a teal beige: Her colorful eyes: a

Jasper brown. I fall the sands; and wail the mountains. Such

Joy turns pain; and such pain turns joy. My paradox: My

Journey: if not ours; and yet and still, the tides burn joy. Oh

cryptic Wisdom, my cultic love: the clouds drip Passion;

And oh the mystic: a wise soul; and oh the vision: a

Revolution. I bow Christ; and soar Wisdom; and so much, the

Light; and so much, the dark; and such mystic darkness: a

Revelation; and such mystic light: a miracle. My paradox,

Walk the pier; and I dream, my cultic love; for Wisdom fair:

A bleeding hook; and Wisdom’s pain: a cryptic wave. Oh

Paraclete, nurture love: forgive sin.