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I woke upright, on Covington streets --
fully-clothed and coherent, to my pleasant surprise.
Eyes opened slow; took in the sun...
Safe to assume it's morning with the crispness to the air.
Hadn't taken many steps when you
formed to material, nude and tattooed, and tended to
by a team of designers in tandem
who would not allow you to take a step without having
every variable considered.
I couldn't be sure, lest not for brands,
which dot every curve and ruin you concisely. But then,
I know you well, parts of you rather;
made more apparent by the wings scarred into each shoulder.
If will was mine - were you for taking,
you would have been taken without pause for considering.
But something in your posture said
that you were there on Main Street, as chosen by the void
who hung in black, skyward long,
issuing orders for positions to take beneath risen day,
making damn sure you stay beneath him.