FOR THEO VAN DOESBURG head down legs up he leaps into space from which he came he has no more honor in his body his mouth is no longer stopped up with a stopper he no longer returns greetings he doesn't even stop if someone bows down before him head down legs up he leaps into space from which he came like a hairy dish like a quadruped and mammalian chair like a dull branch of echo half-full half-empty head down legs up he leaps into space from which he came