It’s time to go to bed.
Like it or lump it, my brother loved to say.
Far harder than embracing relatives
is treating them with the respect
of adequate remove, as relatives in some
adventure never close enough
to breed familiarity (for every
one of us is strange).
We err in having
too much time to bear, without
resorting to a zoom, descending
to a delve, or changing time markings
ourselves—then calling it a change in all
eternity. (The rate will always have a ticker in it,
and the speed of light an eye—we’re blind
to our own frames).