As if the Lazarus in her
is now planted deep within me
although a burning desire of the opposite
as I do not want to die
I do not want to leave this earth
untimely and tragically
nor do I wish to leave shards of my being
in a box of cremated onions
and no
I do not want to share my soul with the devil either
instead I stand on the sun and scream
I\'m alive
I\'m alive
I\'m here
I am simply mixing it up for Sylvia
her absence has left a hole in worlds middle
her layers of onion never seen in truth and shape
she generously spread her lines of her minds cries
on paper written in blue blood
whilst her angel patted her head
and brushed her hair
and I?
perhaps reincarnating her?
because she is within me
she is all the layers of my very soul
she is within all women?
in life and in death...
therefore, I too shall devour all men.