I see it.
Hear it now.
Loud and clear.
I can touch it.
Smell it.
Think it.
It's neither sight nor sound.
It has no heat or heart.
A spiritual surround.
A human crown.
It's heaving.
Inside me.
Core-blown.
Softly spoken.
Angel-fire.
Heaven infernal.
A blissful quaqmire.