Little do we realize
How set the pattern is–
Cut out, supplied for free
In the form of day and night,
Hours seconds minutes,
Waking and sleeping,
Sex and commerce;
How we must in most ways
Conform or die,
Die after too many waking nights,
After sex one time too many;
How our most outlandish selves
Cause but a minor change
To the preexisting pattern,
A touch of fringe
On a finished hem.