Churning

Endless churning of procrastination

Like the ocean seeming a grey infinity

Tasks pass due float past

Anxiety's flag at half mast

Uncertain outlines coalesce into targets

Out of range.

Out of charge, out of credit, out of new.

Permutations ossified in a path.

Feet sinking into quicksand

Body fighting through molasses

Minds consciousness experiencing a sieve

All in slow motion as the exponential hurtle of finality winds up for a sucker punch.

I know what's coming,

I live hunched,

One permanent flinch