Sometimes Thursdays
Thursday has forever been the fulcrum of my week
pivotal with the magical ability to catapult life forward
But sometimes Thursday is a parachute and an anchor
Glitches on the inside like corrupted software

Always slightly odd enough energies combined with
tiny distractions that prevent checks or balances
Tectonic pasts grinding against plates of the future
The present is a setup without payoff

Memories are imperfect samplings from time
Truths are competing probabilities from memories
The future is a past-based theory truths
and sometimes Thursdays weave autumn into spring