My Christic Love, My Cultic Flame

My christic love: my cultic flame. Evince the light, my sacral
Flare. For death, a wailing nightsong; and life, a blinding
Vision. Thus the boundless, a faceless phantom; and thus the
Dolor, the faith of scars. Appear, my photic flame; touch the
Walking prayer; make vivid the wave of tremors. For
Emphatic—this cultic inrush. And mystic, my writhing soul.
Thus surreal, my cultic stream; and thus alive, my mystic
Faith. 
 
My christic love: my cultic flame. Evince the light, my sacral
Flare. For love, the splendor of panic; and joy, the splendor
Of grief. Thus the vagueness, a touch of bliss; and thus the
Heart, a frantic torch. Appear, my photic flame; touch the
Walking prayer; make vivid the wave of tremors. For majestic,
This cultic symbol; and mystique, this flickering wave.