Installation

What disturbs today? Come to think,
today’s demeanor’s fine – this
rather has to do with mine. I think

I have a clue. This notion of a “day,”
today, unsettles with parameters too
arbitrarily defined. I do not cotton to

the ends of things, and do not like
beginnings either: seem like lies.
Just because a person lives and dies

does not mean we’ve occasion to
concoct a ruler, section off the Universe
into convenient measurements.

And surely it’s the life and death
of each of us which make us think it
right to misalign into an artificial

symmetry of yes and no and good
and bad and day and night. Prescription
and proscription! The facts defeat

description. Today is not a day,
my dear: there is no rise in it,
or fall. It’s all just the Installing All.


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