Room Temperature

I

Whatever enlarges experience and wisdom,
I love;whatever transports me from here to there,
The fast slow big small long short way.

And if it doesn’t make sense,
It doesn’t have to make sense.
I shall not demand compensation.

Are you ready for another collision?
Just as well.
Hold on tight.
Try not to be ill.

Here for a while,
Mulling things over,
Then nixed.
That’s the routine.

Analyze.Criticize.Philosophize.
End up repeating yourself
Just a little too often.

Einstein’s Theory of Subjectivity
I have never properly understood.

II

Last night, watching an old film on television,it suddenly occurred to me that my experience of this film would be very similar-though not of course identical-to that of every other person who had ever seen it;and that therefore,alas,I was not truly unique,not really all that special,and could perhaps be replaced by another body,another consciousness,without any disturbance, any loss,to the peculiar combination of forces in that situation.And,should another homo sapiens be unavailable to fill the position,the task could be satisfactorily fulfilled by a mannequin or some other form of dummy.

III

It is time.
But time for what?
Time for time.
Light another candle
For the evening.
Let it burn down.

The risks under my eyelids,
The probabilities,
Accumulate a cosmos,
A chaos.
Where do we go from here?
One has to be somewhere at all times,
Somehow.

Day trader,
Watching the market
Climb and fall,
I invest in moments,
In thoughts,
In words.
How much can I afford to lose?

IV

Checked my pulse,checked my blood pressure.Everything in order,I trust?Rude health and continued respiration.
In that case,I think I will proceed a little further and see what develops.