Forgotten Thursdays hid amongst the days,
Not beginning, not end nor even midst,
Twenty four hours of lingering malaise
Existing only in minds of man, didst
Know thee not thy purposeless existence
Is but an illusion, without meaning
One earth’s revolution sans subsistence?
Thorsdagr we seek not to find thy being
For thy being is but a fantasy,
Myths long forgotten by mortal being.
What then we ask, is our reality?
Tis remnants of humanity’s fleeing.