angst cycle (iii)
[ǀ] (ii)

the clouds flow
a half–mixed
unmade cake

i think
when i was wee
my mother gave me
many a post–mixed
empty bowl
for me to lick
like any excited
ten year old

it’s up there
looking doom and grey
cake at dusk

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