And I will end with a poem back from Why
The Assembly Disbanded.
Which truly indulges in the paranoid fantasies
of the speaker here.
[LAUGHTER]
Kill Time Objective.
"For the sake of my acoustic self,
I lead out of danger an anonymous pack
from the building entrapment secured by militia.
First prompted was the mouth emission.
Other species techniques, I thought,
would never keep me from the village emulation.
Even now a third person plural to ask
in a chorus concerned with all the unsanctioned disclosures.
We had expressed in such adversaries our interest.
We had divined from them a quantum of intelligence.
Soon adjusted of my amplitude, I escape
and striving escalate the only barrier dividing
inside from out.
Thick steel at first translucent, gleaming now,
but with a weathered crackle glaze.
Suspending the ability to recognize a likeness.
And I panic, overjoyed, or appalled.
Anyway, the baseline exhausting the tonal pitch insofar as they
see not my face, no matter how close they look.
First, and foremost classified, chief management,
mostly disapproving.
Soon the phonic constellation after hours of the data
harvest, room tone, proximity to source,
boredom of the solar system, estuary trespass.
Soon as maps were to the mirror sequence
by leaning on the present.
Complicity was to the frenzy of flesh, muddle
of tongues, a ransom note.
But for the sake of fighting for breath already,
the instrument for transposition in a parasitic image
finally proper of this place.
I'm the encryption.
I'm the statistic no longer bristling
in the heroics of metaphor.
I'm equipped with artillery that enables me now
to bullet an opening for everyone's deliverance.
But for the scene change, lodgings very disinfected,
new cause for residing.
And that I trace it back to the assignment room,
and retrieve because arson, what I am placed
anew and under observation now.
Two performers licentious, but so
approving of the spinal cord perspective
as to marvel at the sheer outrage,
and wonder of this surgical incision.
But for the tangled purpose of the anatomy,
we take to name eviscerate.
But for the conference hour this week
with my parishioners in exchange for the motion
and multiple layers, overcoat, many trousers, uniform.
In the process also of my ballooning
self into the unprecedented scales of subjection.
As soon as I recite the lines that
tell the world of the authority to petrify,
to touch, and be tutored or otherwise curbed.
But never entirely embraced, no matter the many hours,
we waited on ledgewood to trust the day.
But for the amassing body attributes
of my contempt and retribution.
But for the ever more audacious interference
at the level of my molecular resemblance.
But for the album.
Now, children, please open to lesson 32."
Thank you.
[APPLAUSE]