Unquenchable Cycle

I rebuked a villain, wailing tongues; and still, a thirst; and

Still, a sin. Such secret, the darkest length; and such joy, a

Sheer repent. A temple falls, and burns the flame: a

Rising soul: the third of life. My raging light, a tint of

Grief; and portrait scars, an envy sore; and what the life,

The kiln of God: a sudden surge, an urge to fly; but soul

And pain, a public probe: a globe of tears, the fears of Job.

My drifting wave, a sudden touch: an inward cry, the sky

To fold; and omen souls, afflict the force, and judge the

Light, despite the volt. Indeed a flame, the deepest death: a

Living life, my sister’s ghost; and what the love, a need to

Feel: a rising prayer, beneath the soul; but welkin hell, a

Mortal test: the width of strength, the gift of heart; and why

The torch, a subtle grave: a need to grow: a need to flame.