Purge the command of time from these arms.
Night is my cloak, the hide between harms.
Perching the stag's skull upon my head,
Its might is bespoke, culls fallen dread.
The fang of the deer, caresses my brow,
Stang like my fear, confessed a sly vow.
Veered to a headlight, pulled from the ceiling,
O revered chondrite, obscured from meaning..
Velvet skin!
Silhouette,
I am not lucid.
Velvet astral skin,
Unbound to all humans.
Oh, how I long to be
Tied upon Orion, unwound from connotation.
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