What makes you think
tomorrow you will rise
and head off to work
as usual
Your shoes sitting square
side by side
in front of the chair
upon which your shirt
and pants drape folded
and ready
for you to wear
That is no guarantee
The bowls
sitting upon the cabinet shelf
waiting to hold your cereal
are just as happy
left empty and undisturbed
Perhaps your car is weary
and bored
of the daily back and forth
you demand of it
You think only of yourself
and that
as little as possible
your life
as uniform and starched as your clothes
as empty as the bowl
as weary and bored as your car
Why would you want to think that?
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