How is it everything’s the same
Imitations of imitations of imitations
The bed on page three hundred sixty-five
Daily rest copulation birth sickness and death
The proportions of human life
Medium size and medium duration
Cast into immensity
Everything seems the same
In this medium fixture

Everything merely seems
So how is it everything’s the same
The layout of the bedroom
The indifferent arrangement of the objects
The enumeration of causes
The translation into abstraction
The sine wave of consciousness and unconsciousness
Giving vague intensities the go-ahead
Impercipient of the subtle variants

It would take many days to get to the bottom
But there’s nothing but time
So don’t do anything drastic
Like waste your time on insomnia
Don’t issue imperatives
Especially the prohibitive ones
You couldn’t disrupt the continuum anyway
Now is not a time for clever entertaining gestures
But what then is the time for