The Sonnet of The Dragon of The Workdays Passed Beneath Notice
Words fall like puzzle pieces to the floor
Signs of a dragon I fight all week long
Too many makes anxious, too few a bore
How might tasks become notes, heard like a song?
Weeks like an album pulled from a pile
Dull hours fast forward, best parts slowed down
Work an inch, shining moments a mile
My headphones on the whole way into town
If a number of steps is required
Then a number of thoughts cannot be so
For these things never synch when desired
So why not swipswap what's fast and what's slow?
Let this dragon process its own loose ends
Good work found for all when foes become friends
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