Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more
more delicious tidings of treasonous fashion
fashioning uncertain crowns
crowning ambitious men
mending sacred bodies
bodies without organs.
I am an anarchist
and an imperfect collaborator.
My end does not consult me
me, of course, is someone else
else why all these bodies crowned
crowded round uncertain fashions
fashioned for a more delicious delirium
delirium, he said, was once delight in imperfection.
Stay, stay and tell me more…