Soul Carpet

My cactus rose, a teal-ic ray, and fuchsia dreams, a sophic
Grey. Indeed the beige, a telic storm, and fenic plight, the
Ache of Form. Such tropic fruit, a crimson tear, and wellic
Thorn, a probe to fear. My daisy flame, a psychic fruit, a
Peachy light, a hunt for truth. Indeed a pearl, the grounds
Of war, a diamond thought, a vision torn. And such is love,
A purple grey, a pixel rose, a cactus fey. My mantra soft,
A sheer enchant, and relic heart, a soaring brant: for death
To life, a fantast breath, an ink baroque, the tint of kef.
Inflate the soul, a cryptic sun, a cultic birth, a spirit sung.
And sanctum flame, a discontent, a ferret pain, a psyche
Spent. My ivory soul, a violet brown, a mystic moon, a
Magic crown. And khaki fey, a sandy tent, a Persian rug, a
Phantom sent.