Mystic Infusion

Oh the darkness of light, and the light of darkness! My soul,
The baptism of paradox. I’m alive, the panic of my fears,
Webbed to existence. But love, the glory of inflection, a
Paradise afar. And this mystic flow, the pith of the soul.
It’s mystique, a symphony of visions, seeping into the spirit.
I’m electrified, soaring through frequencies, soaked in
Majestic flames. And I’m ripe for rapture, the ecstasy of
Breath. Every experience takes the texture of conviction.
And every undulation rages within the soul. I’m aloft a dream,
The avalanche of spirit, terrified and trembling. Dear God,
My esoteric affliction, teach me to dance upon the symbols of
Music; infuse my psyche with the heart of wisdom; for 
Reason is wanting. But I dare to peer into the Spirit of chaos,
If only to absorb vibrations, if only to feel cosmic ecstasy.