For Sylvia
I discovered you too late
Lady Lazarus layered in ash
Phoenix that refused to burst from flames
Farewell.
Ariel beckons
I turn. I must.
Leaves tremble. I gaze upon
Paintings inked in the skies.
Tulips, red, breathing - just.
Dying is an Art.
Ariel, Ariel.
Daddy beckoned.
The beachfront set the trap
The wall of green glass drew you in
Why did you answer?
Ariel, Ariel.
I beckon..
You are
Gone.
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