Notes

Don't exit the room, do not make the mistake of doing it.
You do not need Sun since you are smoking Shipka, do you now?
All's pointless beyond the door, especially — happiness' cheers.
Go, rush to the bathroom — then hastily come back here.

O, don't exit the room, don't call out for engine to roar,
For space is entirely made out of corridor
and ends with the meter. And if an alive someday
darling comes, jaws agape —
don't undress her, and send her away.

Don't exit the room; believe that you're ill right there.
Is anything more exciting than wall and a chair?
Why exit the place where you shall return to at night
the same as you'd been, only badly torn up from the fight?

O, don't exit the room. Just seize and then dance bossanova
with shoes on bare feet, a coat on bare skin and over.
The smell in the hallway is cabbage and skiing grease.
You've typed enough letters; don't need any more of these.

Don't exit the room. O, let just the room see right into
the way that you really appear. Anyway, incognito
ergo sum, as the substance once said to the form with affect.
Don't exit the room! Outside it's no France, in fact.

Do not be a fool! Be a thing that the others have not.
Don't exit the room! Let the furniture free on the spot,
blend in with wallpapers. Lock down, barricade your own self
with a wardrobe from Chronos, the virus, the eros, the cosmos itself.