Something prevents your carrying to completion
That procedure that in theory should be quite easy
Some viscosity in the atmosphere
Some unlucky combination in the texture of volition
Drags down the devout pursuit of a goal
A spot of mustard on your shirt front
Awakens sirens bells klaxons pulsing tones in minor thirds
The thoroughgoing panoply of blame
Waving flags flashing yellow lights and the hoisting of placards
Inscribed with a twelve-step program
Step seven
A dab of detergent on a damp rag
But you hesitate or rather take action
With an uncannily deficient celerity
You momentarily indict the usual suspect anxiety
Imagining some aversion to the watery halo
But the very convenience of this provision
Vitiates its credibility
And you are impaled upon the dilemma’s feisty prongs

O for a clarifying agent ranging cheerfully abroad
Touching with its magical fingertips
Upon the manifold variety of things
Delicious repugnant or ephemeral
O for some benevolent power to relieve the turgor
The objects are clouded obscured by occult substances
Presumed events on distant continents
Impose their butterfly repercussions apparently
The landmarks the points of reference recede and seem to decline
Venice is sinking and Manhattan descending
Beneath the hubristic weight of thousands of intentions
Spoken and unspoken aspirational or invidious
The wayward highways the inscrutable lines etched upon the globe
Of transport of cargo of passengers
The denials the evasions the effacements
Of space time and activity
The ever-mounting catalog of remaining tasks
You turn the corner and suddenly behold a mass movement
A vast assemblage of stasis