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My Orphic senses

They tell me another story

There is a weeping heart

That weaves my veins together

My occult demons

They foretell a distant nemesis

There is a beauty in ephemeral

That waves my twig of beliefs

My mystic veins

They sing for a sidereal time

Every pinch of salt around my skin

Every lid around my sheath of pupil

Every whisk on my brittle fist

Every radiant in my fractal arms

They wear a tireless sense of discrete

A weather of cryptic veneers

You are never bound to my ordeals

You may sail past this spinning mountain