The first day of the week and it reeks of starting over again.

Two days down & three more to go before we reach the weeks long awaited end

****, finally in the middle of the Rising Turtle's back

Forth day, feeling accomplished - only one more moon until the lust is what we lack.

On the final of the days - a new sun means great new things

Hence Saturday is the day we wake to yawn & stretch our wings.

We've partied through the only day we have to catch our breath,

So Sunday is the day of the week that simply reeks of rest.