Extraction

Extraction

Poison.
The petals are extraction
Expression of the sap.
In each flick
the forked tongued
Chameleon
Poison darts a petal.
Spoiling it.

Till nothing is left.
Not even a floral wreath
The obituaries are
Full.
You're without
Place.

Would you like burial
Or
Cremation.

I am a beautiful flower
Ready to shrivel wither
Turn dust
Feed soil
Grow fresh buds.
But
This flesh flower
Turns putrid and must
Be delivered on
Ice
For metamorphosis

To become
Soul flower.
I  die thus
This instant
Split
In two parts
Our bi cameral lives
Are ready to
Make do
Without the fragile shell
The body's refuge forsaken
Seventy or so
Odd years of existence
Scorned belittled dismissed
We are
After the bigger better deal
A misty floatation
An ethereal experience

We want to be
Light
Lux Lucia
Forever
Not it's temporal
Reflections.

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