Phrenic Scar

I trek the swamps, and drank the marsh, afraid to die, a
Breathless spark. For partial death, plagues the core, a privy
Scar, my sax amore. And ache to pang, a steeple torch, a
Sacred flame, a stalwart force. My secret love, afflict the soul,
Prune the pride, a precious stone. For heart to flame, the breath
Is born, a torrent tear, a bleakish thorn. And wings to blood,
The soul is dead, adrift the pain, the flame of dread. For scar
To God, a garden prayer, the grace of fate, a solemn flare.

I trek the swamps, and drank the marsh, afraid to die, a
Breathless spark. For partial life, the leak of blood, aloft the
Hells, a frantic flood. And gravel tears, a cryptic plea, a cultic
Wave, a christic tree. My ontic love, infuse the pain, suffuse the
Prose, reduce the rain. For scar to God, a garden prayer, the
Grace of fate, a solemn flare.