you ever recorded
was the getting out
of bed in the morning,
let us say, thirteen thousand
one hundred and forty, or so
times by now—
all in a row,
without ever questioning it—
you'd already be sitting
on an epic
on an epic
more impressive
in scope than Homer's,
in scope than Homer's,
more quixotic
and lofty
and wild than Cervantes's,
and several hundred pages longer
than the number
of days even
Jesus was afforded.
