Behind the ballroom, there is a second wedding:
It's the marriage between life and death,
Breath and strife have decided to 
Get together and remove the articles 
That stood between them.

It's a gift to the rest of us:
Purgatory is no longer bound
To the colon, until it ruptures;
It's going to be a heavenly hellscape,
Ruination tied to all that is good.

Better is ready to rest:
It follows, it scrawls, it wriggles
To escape the claws of originality,
All is bricolage!
And we are ready to end our previous torpor.

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