(The one below this message came to me at the tale end of a 3rd plateau DXM trip)

"Worn"

Oh gods
With wounds of leather.
Babies centigrade in the cold autumn night,
Cat's eyes farce,
A dream of love,
Pallid liquid blue.
Feather coat,
Fame on the edge of death,
Spinning whirlwinds of fortune,
Shy open beauty of an eagle
Lightly sealed and closed over.