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.