the tardy arrival
of efficiency

which poses as thesis on initially waking while
I might be a slob

positivist rolling

in bed and
harboring deep

respirations
as if that were necessary

and think anyway of (this) as a science

as having done yoga
my musculature mark

soreness

to pose here then
fulfilling the desiderata of that

upon which subjective activity takes place
my own being thus taking shape as a question

indeterminate and

clearly some racket exactly which passes
outside and as

abrupt