Levels

I spoke the preacher; and reckoned life; and we spoke the sin;
And spoke the wind. So much to fail a preacher; and we
Laughed the irony; and I fell so deep: my wailing soul; and she
Fell so deep: a mystic pearl. Even now, the pales are full; and
So shady—this demon: it speaks of truth; and dare this
Flame, a jungle scar; but I dare resist; and so grey, a spinning
Line; and Double Dutch, the very soul; and Satan cries, a
Grieving tear; and this is life: a weaving God.

I spoke the preacher; and beckoned Christ; and we spoke the
Fey; and spoke the grey. So much to lie a preacher; and we craft
The paradox; and prayed so high: a rising soul; and I fell so
Deep: a purple flame. Even now, the joy lingers; and so
Vocal—this demon: it speaks of lies; and dare this web, a
Tunnel bare; but I dare the heart; and so bold, a psychic flame.