You’re going to bed now
At the quiet end of business
With the default ingredients
Of your body, no longer inclined
To follow the example
Of molecules or to rub
Your sticks and stones together
Or bustle about at random.

You’ll slowly shrink away
From the obvious to embody
All your philosophy
By turning into a playground
Of teeter-totter, swing,
Sandbox, and monkey bars, 
Steep slide and roundabout
Play the leading and minor
Parts of all the players.