Soul-weight

Where’s a demon; and where’s a saint; and what to feed—
A hallowed grave; and bless the sky—a tear unseen; and so
Alive—a demon’s grin; and mourn a saint—a final plea. I fell
The risen, and rose the life; and cello dreams—a mother’s

Light; and must offend—a vault of ghosts; and thrumming
Prayers—a drumming flare; and heavy form—a father’s crane;
And so to split—a mystic grain. I think of you—the draw of
Strength; and fire life—a garden’s blood; and tension bold—

A saintly war; and such the grace—a perfect chin; and such
The love—a lotus smile. Forgive the trait, and fathom pain—
A world of death, the flesh of flame; and thus the grit—a
Breathing brick—a tier of wounds, a tomb equipped; and breath
To hold—a psychic wraith: a spatial voice: a mirrored face; and
Fountain flame, a phantom force: a ghostly reign: a welted horse.