I want to go into a square room
where the windows are triangular
the points facing the ceiling

all symmetrical
leading to symmetry

in this room of total order
I want to carve myself a shape

I'll call my friends in
to sit on soft leather chairs
whose frames are cylindrical steel
I'll show them the shape I carved

I will not influence them with my mouth
dance words upon their heads

The shape that I carved
shall draw us together
I shall have nothing
up my sleeve
no sleight of hand

I have
no more
reason
to fix them into drones
and me into the queen bee