Thirteenth Step by A Perfect Circle is quite an album, The Noose track in particular came to mind when I read about wishing to take his fake halo down, and him off his throne. Here is a quote from that song:

And not to pull your halo down
Around your neck and tug you to the ground

I like the return to the alliterative style that I always associate with you, as to the slightly darker tone, well, you've got that here a-plenty. A perfect poem to hear you speak out loud (with no accompaniment to your best tool, your voice).
dethorn, dethrone, film-like firmament, filth, like filament across the skies, ah, the words rattle and roll like leaves, like empty bags in the wind. Like old bones in a sack of flesh. Like so much loose change, when one feels like loose baggage, like extra baggage, and the baggage we carry along, it has teeth.

This is a poem that feels, that screams, even if silently, because it does not do for a service girl to let that smile slip off. The teeth might show.

And yet, if I had to hone in on something that juts out to me, as I read this piece, it would be "until you are clean to the bone, free from me."
Even after all of this, it is letting go of this person, rather than him letting go of you. Very Illusions, where everything in our life is there because we've drawn it there. So it is up to us to let go of our own attachments to them.

And because, if we assume this is the same person as in Reditus, then it is still the attempt to let this person grow, to let them go so they could reform. Too kind, you are.

Also, good use of a concrete poem. Great work.