Meta-caves

Alpha waves, beta flames, the mind of Christ, the reach of
Praise. Such wailing cries, and wretched glee, the gift of
Light, the mystic sea. And heart to flight, the range of hertz,
A cultic rite, a bless-ed curse. My yogic love, such bleeding
Peace, my wretched bliss, the kiss of yeast. And omic
Flame, the torch of light, a gothic flare, a zenic flight. And
Deep the ache, aflame the cold, the fate of death, the
Burning soul.   

Beta waves, meta-caves, the birth of light, the gift of flame.
And life to pain, a cryptic script, the scope of hope, a
Gothic crypt. And heart to flight, the Spirit flares, adrift
The stars, and mystic layers. Thus the vision, the graph of
Tears, the flame of grace, and meta-fears. And deep the
Ache, aflame the cold, the fate of death, the burning soul.