Esoteric Life

Such life and vibration; every word a flame: utter a miracle.
I’m a fathom near to fall; and rise my soul and crawl; but
Such the voice: “Rise my son”; and such the pain: “Flee my
Son.” Such tears and flame: “I gave you life”; and felt to fly,

A broken knee; and felt to die, the pain of glee. Invoke the
Ghost: a static sent; and peg to brain: the works of Lent; and
More to feel—to feel amore: the core of flame—to vibe a
Name; and secret love, a feral growth: a fence to skip: a pearl

To hope. Alert the winds, and flog the doubt: the grout of
Faith: a space to mount; and spirit warmth—to burn and fly:
An avid thirst: the birth of why; and cry the waves, the grave
Of youth: a surge to claim—the hidden truth; and proof to God,
A flaming spear: the realm of Aum: the calm of fear; and blare
The sound, the ground of volts: a wellic sphere, a cryptic cult.