Welts & Webs

Welts and webs, an attic storm, a thousand wounds, a cultic
Form. And deepest love, a shadowed scar, a sullen mist, a
Flaming star. For soul to heart, a phantom shrine, a field of
Ghosts, a pang divine. And sky to blood, a cryptic trial, the
Maze of life, a compass owl. My river cave, a flood of bones,
The wind of light, a terror flown. And mental mass, a mystic
Torch, a spirit flame, a welkin force. For garden prayer, a
Hidden pleat, a phantom wave, a ghostly fleet. 

Welts and webs, an attic storm, a thousand wounds, a cultic
Form. And diamond love, the ends of earth, the flare of wings,
A bless-ed curse. For fount to core, a pivot sight, a rivet bliss,
A spirit plight. And life to art, a saintly ash, a mystic pulse,
A phantom flash. For garden prayer, a hidden pleat, a ghostly
Wave, a cryptic fleet. 
 

Pivot: revolving about an axis. 
Rivet: fastened; nailed.