Neighbor’s Faucet

He cries the Passion; and longs forever; and such blessings,
The thirst of souls; and such verses, the waves of spirit; but
Deep the curse, the earth of souls: a cultic cry: the fleece of
Wolves; and perish soft, a tulip mind: the wars of Christ, a
Spear and brine; and hail the Blood, the tent of life: a
Soaring heart, the deeds of light; but sullen fox, the coax of
Death: a winter warm, a swarm of tests; and biblic text,
Attest to pain: a treasure lost: a fortune gained; and crib to
Crypt, the Cross of Love: a billion cries: a trillion doves; and
Thus the saints, a fleet of ghosts: a passion rich, a sinner’s
Pulse; for deepest prayer, a privy storm: a riddled ache, a
Cryptic form; and secret told, the Kingdom lives: the saints
And imps: the face of sin; but driven soul, the scrolls of Love;
For born to Breath, a ghostly flood.