Sunday hovers obscenely

Over my delicate motivation

To accomplish every daunting

Errand I placidly planned

A smatter of passed days ago

Amongst a manic breeze of

Impulsive, inclined interest

And high hopeful tendencies

Which have soured and diminished

In passing days since, expiring

My mighty will to succeed and clean,

Reset and revamp, reorganize existence

Before Sunday begins to hover again.