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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