Karin Székessy, 2 chairs, a girl, final image

Through stoicism and stubbornness For my hollow higher purpose, My words are not a vassal For anything but their own shoulders and stanzas, Nor a paved pathway to the affections of strangers and their abandon. At once I am more and less than my face: Both a multiplied sum and then by no means a representation - Or otherwise - Of my marrowed infrastructure, Because rock is not found in fame, Nor roll in infamy, And I'd rather be read Than be lusted or else.