Soul & Blood

I fathom the ransom – to free the ‘napped; and dear my God:
I perish life: eager to live; and such a face: a sullen love;
And such a flare: a storm of hertz; and die the sin; and
Breathe the good; and gem to mind: the flame of Christ.

We ponder ethics – and dine glory; and soul to grace: the
Flux of love; and once so white—a glove and robe; and
Now so grey: a need to hate; and hand to fate: the girth of
Wind; and glen to soul: a valley lime; and palm to heart—

A rapid thump. Forgive the night; and praise the day; and
Precious wings: a need to sing; and ‘bolic dreams: a
Rising scream; and precious love: a fallin’ knee; and
Something tore: a skyward flame; and something rose: a
Hidden name; and catch me God: an upward fall—the 
Call of ghosts: a spoken wall.

Symbolic= ‘bolic.