Reason with Self

It’s a vibe, the sound of Aum—and such to pray; and die—
My heart, and resurrect. I love you more: my paramour;
And classify my paramour: a spirit tie; and such alert;
And perish twice; and born again: a mother’s wish; and

We cried; and we soared; and we hurt; and we died. I love
You more: my soul and pain; and mother tried: a field of
Grain; and father’s ghost: well content; and such to live: a
Fatal burn; and God speaks: “The sun arose”; and Christ

Comes: “Walk the Light.” Forgive the faith, and every 
Pleat; but life ascends; and death inflates; and spin the yarn:
A quilt of wit; and think again: a vision sent; and please
Attune: I never would; and fathom self: a well of words;
And search the vault: a sinner sinned?; and thirst the vibe—
Opposed to wind.