Orbit Soul

No recollection of a first; and no understanding of an end.
What is this mystery; and was there only one; and so much
To pause; and so much to fail; and turquoise skies, an
Orange tint; and buried deep, a red gem; and God spoke—
A cloud; and God spoke the light; and so much to fathom;
And so much to seize a featured thought; and ponder
Order: so chaotic; and ponder love, a furtive riddle.

No recollection of a first; and no understanding of an end.
It’s so esoteric; and was there only three; and so much to
See; and so much to hear; and aqua rain, a silver glint; and
Buried pain, a grey jewel; and Christ spoke—a death; and
Christ spoke the Blood; and so much to capture; and so
Much to flee—a taste of fate; and ponder virtue: an inner
Eye; and ponder grief, a furtive riddle.