I seem to be in the essence of it now. there lies a pile of work I must reduce, complete and eliminate, and hear I am sprawled on my bed on yet another stagnating Sunday. and yet again as the end of this day comes I will wish I had completed all that work according to the several timetables I made over yet another 5 day holiday now wasted!!!
It courses through my veins
makes me leave the scatters of my life littered around
accumulating the fungus of my fermented brain
until I feel the melt into stoic complete
innate inertia
the undulating pleasure of sprawling over a tomorrow
in exchange for a snatch of sleep
ah! The indelible bliss of postponement
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