Voltaic Love

Voltaic love, my deathless heart: the vat of dreams, a wounded
Arc. And scar to pith, to scud and fly, the birth of flare, to
Walk the sky. My veil and net, the neb of love, adrift the stars,
And tribal drums. And thirst aflame, the verse of light, the
Sprout of wings, to soar aflight. My legend love, a portrait
Wave, the tears aloft, a chiseled flame. And opus flux, the vat
Of bane, the stein of love, the cult of pain. And sketch to art,
Aflare the pulse, a freshet beam, the stream of ghosts.

Voltaic love, my deathless heart: the vat of dreams, a wounded
Arc. And grit to gut, to brave the night, a gravid wit, the gift of
Flight. My kismet flash, the guile of fey, the flex of dreams,
The gleams of grey. But web to heart, a cryptic wave, a
Stippled flare, the glare of flames. My silent pulse, enrich the
Verse, suffuse the stream, redeem the curse.