Lazarus

 

From the bottom,

From the hottens

And perfume,

From the shaking of the soul,

Neverending panic and disco lights,

To the top,

Cold and light

Or maybe heavy.

Not many have been seen there-

It's a myth-

Freedom of flying and anxiety of unkown

Or just many bodyguards and a bad claustrophobia,

For only a boom to happen,

To be back again where you were before

Without your approval, as when you were born,

Now feeling everything like you didn’t before.

Your organs, your bones, your ticking heart

And joined joints,

Your scrumbled lungs and a sore throat

Your pain in the core and blinking problem

Your mind doing nothing-

Just its best-

And you reciting the Bible.