For something to do let's forever walk this
Circle they call marriage (forever presumes neither
Beginning nor end) The rigmarole of vows is over.
Remember god allows himself the freedom to be the
centre
Of a circle whose circumference is everywhere (What
Cynicism!) With caution & luck we too can be the image
Of him. Love like history is bunk. Hence let your
attractions range
Free - I have no such intentions with humans at least.
You in this world will dally to surfeit
While I with the dead whose tombs are my brothels
Will oil passion's stiff joints. Do not be alarmed:
As they say A LUTA CONTINUA even beyond the
serried graves.