The wicked lady with the whip
strips my life away
which changes rapidly and just
as casually
stops.

I counted my sins,
emulsified or was it mummified
in myrrh
that was then and there and here
is now.

The linens wrap me tight,
*******?
which could be right for I am
bound into the endlessness
of what might be the
brightest light or the darkest night
I will ever see.

The wicked lady with the whip
puts on high heels
it feels like I've been here before,
'whatya waitin' for',
she says,
and casually
stops.