A Hunter's Mane Embering Away

Illumination of the prowess,
a hunter's mane embering away
in the winds of change.
Olfactory industrialization,
and the feeling will never subside.
Trading furry coats
for tweed suits;
let a phase and an age pass,
and return to furry coats.

Musically entrenched in Id-Media
Subconsciously dreaming of physical connections
in a puzzled dance between lines;
And forcefully magicked tricks
cannot ensorcell my heart any more.

And so I wait,
with bated breath,
for a moment hanging on the precipice of a thread;
tied to the infrastructure;
of a personality less-defined,
roughly refined,
and purposefully bent on one thought.

Turning, turning,
turntables bussed of empty glasses,
condensations of conversations,
wiped down with pleasured grins.
I'll remember this forever,
the stretching, fraying
gasping breaths for the fragrance
of a lovelier time;
where nothing seemed impossible.

I know there's nothing left to do,
but let the ether tether my hopes
to its gyrating fate-weaving bones.
Yet smiles return to faces devoid of affection,
a sly mask hiding terms of conditioning,
I still believe in magic,
that glance between thoughts,
irises locked for brief unquantifiable moments,
where the connection was made,
and sealed in stone.

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