xv. Err

That by boredom’s

sake I would be

wed to Deathe

That I err,

weary that it is

for entertainment

for amusement

 

Is that this

illness? This

ailment that

I may seek that

which is named

‘life’ ?

 

Or rather

acquiesce to whom

that ‘I’ is wed.

Sing that wedding’s

dirge, and blood,

that chocolate fountain

stain.

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