Someday daymares into solitary Moanday.
Inevitably, Twosday is urgently longed for
and consequently, Wedsday - celebrated as Dependency day -
Is the only one dressed in white
right there in the middle of the periodic procession,
Its brightness mooding at the seams by the bleeding Thirdsday's mist.
At the end of Thirdsday (the firth day of the weak), one has only to look forward
to be rescued into
(for which subjects traditionally thank God).
But the weak's end gravity will tip life closkwise to the yielding inertia of a Sadderday,
as yet another Someday is estimated to emerge from, and then sink into,
the see of the great Uncog.