Choosing more commonly used words revealed a different kind of magic, I think. You established a lovely rhythm to the words ... the stanzas seem to coil in on themselves ... first going out and then coming back again. At least that was the sense I got while reading. This stanza in particular illustrates what I mean ...

An age that finds itself through forms
And forms an age within an age forlorn
Whose forms embalm the ageless morn
Preserved by silken fleshthreads
Sewn by silken worms.

Quite effective.