Voiceless/Mystic Infusion

~~My voiceless infusion, unto sheer panic. Such rhythm, unto
The sanctum of God. I’m lost, shivering, awake in such
Passion. The mystique, my life, unto a wildfire. And awestruck,
Ensoul my shattered fane, else I perish the void. Wherefore
Spellbound, afloat a trance, unto a soul-quake. Whereby
Starlit, aflame, my burning spirit; in which tears, the waves of
Christ, unto sheer ecstasy. Thus unmask, my intimate Soul,
Else I dote upon sensation. Wherefore an ache, a sacred
Affliction, for Spirit, my flaming mystery. Whereby in part, the
Touch of grief, conflicted by the pulse of joy. Thus relic motion,
Unto the gaze of glory, in which tremors whelm the soul. And
Spirit- quakes, as surreal as thunder, unto sheer effulgence.
Wherefore faith, adrift the clouds, unto cosmic energy; in which
The psyche, attune to Paradise, unto neural ecstasy.