Spirit Portal

Some seek a vision; and some seek symbols: I seek both.
Indeed, I perish, and drift the light; and live again, my soul
To flight; and cryptic heart, a spirit climb, a winter green,
The sun to shine; for attic strife, a faith to wail; and bleeding
Vein, a spirit whale. My hidden ink, a cultic breath; and
Screaming souls, the prayers of kef; for art to pain, the sketch
Of death; and velvet scrolls, the years of Seth. I fall and rise,
A biblic tale; and omen rain, the chains of hell; and dare to
Live, a doubtful Tom: a bleeding wound: a punctured palm.
My cultic love, the truths begin; and life to love, the death of
Sin; for color fair, a speaking wind, a spirit kiss, a fading fen;
Indeed a tear, a grieving soul; and songs of love, a portrait
Gold; and thus the flight, adrift the skies, a mother shouts, a
Father cries; and last to feel, a heart of lies.