God’s lonely man, crawling through wild tangle of flowers, speckled with the blood of martyrs martyred in the splendor of tender youth. God’s lonely man, roving through deserts of white heat, bearing stones in rattling breast, earning his wage of sin and simony. God’s lonely man, carrying severed head upon palm: calloused and blistered, anointed with myrrh, speaking in tongues Thy dreadsome names. God’s lonely man, adrift athwart rippling black waters, bound in halo of blinding light: this, Thy sclave encrowned, with thorns of rust. God’s lonely man, carving talismans upon leathered hide pulsed by fevered froth of blood: God breathes under the shape of things. God’s lonely man, chewing the mangled cud of piety, ardor mauling his breast, intestines plunging: rosy, in great fiery coils. God’s lonely man, undone: a flower wilted, fire-carnag’d by God, blest and immolated— bells chime his fate: world born of fire.
Effective imagery and sense of progression as the lonely man travels (or travail?).