Mystic Gate

We spark a ritual and it moves; and often it flames: a universe
Of souls; and something watches: a big sister. I feel the hearts:
Such powerful hearts; and I feel the glory: such rapturous
Glory. I hear a name, and tease a spirit; and something cries:

A brilliant soul. I wander; and ponder lights; and I never see;
And ever see: a wave of minds. Our frequency is fluid: a group
Of flames; and something burns: a group of flames. What the
Science: a tent of souls; and what belief: a zenic storm. I never

Know a kindred soul; and all the more—a family soul. My
Mystic friend, I fathom not: the ups and downs and spiral plots;
But heart to heart—a sea of hertz; and mind to mind—a cultic
Glade; and thus the rites and wisdom stars; and thus the grain
And walking dreams. I wake and rise; and rise and wake; and
Thirst the force: a mystic gate.