The Root Suffers

A book turned spirit—a spotless sin. We died to awaken—
A bleeding rose. My distinct pain, I fathom war. And
Nightfall shadows hate. But such is light, a phantom
Veil. [Pause] Imagine God, a walking voice. And depth
The bush, a naked soul. I cried innocence, but the two are
One. And now the pair, a spirit war; and sun to rise, a
Drunken sore. [Pause] Aflame, the temple burns: and
Nautic wind, a glacier warm. But ponder pain, a
Partial wick, a partial love, a partial vow. [Pause]
My ache, a melted pride, a fallin’ storm, a face to hide.
And treasured love, a faithful tear, opposed to lust, and
Mystic fear. But harness lies, adrift the rain, alive to
Love, a vibrant pain. [Pause] Such tears of faith, the root
Of flame, and depth the soul, the curse of bane.