if the sinus
pressure increases
when they cremate
my shriveled remains
they will find a
diamond skull
among the bone fragments

a crystal clear
reminder of a fool
beholden to beauty
which was hidden
in layers of agony

antibiotics dance
in a bipolar biosphere
i cannot tell if
the sun has risen
or if it is her
beauty blinding me
as i shiver lost
in aprons laying
in a heap on the floor