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"Procrastination is the thief of time.” - Charles Dickens, Getting the Balance right, less notes more carving of inky structural motes, needs always must", pen it teller, proofer's fingers twitch awaiting all those possible puddings. Write it bite it fight it smite it not stalagmite at night get those quilled stalactites pulled up tight with delight
A subject all who create know far too well lamentably – procrastination – is the theme of Museworthy Man in his poem below, re-blogged here. A masterful example it is too. You can almost feel those fingers as you read…
Click on the poem’s title for a link to the original.
To Fix a Procrastinator… by Something Museworthy?
A back–taken aback,
the hand in perfect time
takes its fingers up the spine
the sluggard’s lazy want for food
has the vertebrae protrude
stones–on which to step
till icy fingers reach the neck
The hand–a hand given
slides its fingers into hair
and curls them tight about what’s there
the procrastinator’s aversion to work
brought to focus as head is jerked
a body–in fearful shake
told life’s ambition WILL be slaked
A neck–annexed to head
the hand, now out of time
imposes sentence on the crime
a once indolent workshy sloth
throttled by a grip of wrath
work–it WILL be done
before the other kingdom comes
Esme's Cloud 
Procrastinator’s…do you suppose the professor is one?
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He’d know better than I, I’d say.
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Oh no. Sonmi knows everything.
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She sees all.
And might know all.
But is not a nosey parker.
But what of the poem professor?
Do you recognise yourself in there, reflected back towards your land? That would be the real answer to your question.
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Nah…I mean, maybe? I don’t know, dadblameit!
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Fine art is wasted upon you sir. laughs and chucks him off the Cloud
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screams as he falls
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