Glimpse

A tribal love, a chemic storm, a skyward myth, a vision born.
My spirit scroll, a nectar sweet, a sullen pearl, a heart to beat.
And lilac tears, a pressure faint, a spirit flog, a future taint.
But ether love, a fever flit, the force of art, the soul adrift.
And trumpet heart, a heavy pang, a haven spec,  the ache of
Flame. My spirit scroll, a pivot flare, a passion pulse, an
Infant’s prayer. For scalpel  love, the shed of soul, the
Warmth of blood, a phantom bold.   
 
And tribal love, a chemic storm, a skyward myth, a vision born.
My surgeon heart, an unction  bride, a brilliant birth, a violet
Sky. And cultic love, the life of breath, a burning light, the
Volt of kef. My passion ache, a holy flame, the keys to hell,
A mystic rain. And scalpel love, the shed of soul, the warmth
Of blood, a phantom bold.

Spec: a gamble.
Scalpel: a knife with a small, sharp blade.
Unction: a religious anointing with holy oil.