A Secret World

My omic love, assuage the core, redeem the heart, and flush
The sore. For sky to soul, the strength to soar, to stipple
Clouds, my saint amore. And latent love, a fulgent scar, the
Breadth of light, the width of stars. Thus the fantast, a
Fluid flare, adrift the fog, and faint despair. My soul to
Thresh, a cryptic flight, the pith of faith, the flog of life.
And phantom thorn, a sacred pearl, the stress of strife, a
Secret world.
 
My omic love, assuage the core, redeem the heart, and flush
The sore. For flame to soul, aloft the keel, the breath of
God, the gift to feel. And veil to heart, a mystic trial, to
Shatter sight, and strip the shroud. And depth the core, the
Form of Christ, afloat the hells, beneath the light. For sky to
Soul, the strength to soar, to stipple clouds, my saint amore.