Mystic Darkness

Such darkness, enveloped in light. It’s the doctrine of intangibility.
It’s the pulse of the soul, an invasion of God, hallowed within the
Hearts of humanity. It’s a goldmine fraught with spirit-welts and
Affliction. It’s a passage through the psyche of Logos. It
Revolutionizes the actuating cause. I’m wrapped in its cocoon,
Destined to outsoar faith, if only to caress the face of God. She’s
A fireball, soothing the cosmic wound, an infinite sketch upon the
Soul of Christ. She’s the language of manifestation, lodged within
The crevices of the atmosphere. And I envision utter absorption,
If only to touch the angel’s soul; for this life, the bosom of
Affliction, our condition, fraught with trials and tribulation. Thus
Light is shrouded in darkness, and darkness is shrouded in light.
The two have become one, severed for the purpose of humanity.
Such paradox. Such life. Such infusion. This mystic madness.