songs of the sumday

cupcake prime

moist tastes the moment warmth perfectly for an instant pouched crucible of feasting rituals head-on hilltop charged rating scent not same as sight not same as bite not same as chew not same as gulp not same as sweet contented fullness not important pleasure eaten not the point consumption not defining does not validate but witnesses though often failing even that tardy and craving pang distracted life focus askew
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pillage the cupboards fill the bowl nothing missing matters method matters in the mixing matters mucho in the mixing oven knob turned tepidly to recipe degree however not all handiworked the same not so new so brand so knob turned random guided by godhand same that gathered ‘gredients same that churned the congress bowl same will hold in palm baton of blame or try to
pass it on
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flavor’s fete the lifespan of a spark the textured richness of a dream wings of a soaring peregrine gone before celebrated first the fetus bakes and existentialists retort existed as stuff tucked on shelves existed then as soupy fudge exists still same and too anew inspired into bloom by blitzing heat rises from its form fit cup ambitious & rebellious rises observed through oven window rises unrestrained untinkered with rises yet at mercy of the hand
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straight outta tray perspective shape restrictions gone unnoted until rapid expanse spilling out the top and splaying slowly crawling as young babe escapes a blanket as old snake escapes shed skin suggesting further spread potential optimism plumes as the moist moment approaches as the oven door jerks slight ajar for peeking as the toothpick lunges like a spartan’s spear
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wince once and take the splinter probe the timer can’t be trusted timer just an average of a precedent not prescient oven window blurred and inconclusive visual a shroud report toothpick pierces top with light resistance true to center mass then quick to calibrated tongue attuned to tell the difference between “almost there” and “done” as the chemistry keeps churning as the knob remains in place
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lost in fortune’s foliage of growth oblivious to eyes and pick reveling in the heat irrelevant the knob the source the process origins the recipe (all lists are limitations) best abandoned unconsidered no “coulda been a muffin” speeches nothing to be gained no notice of the others thriving likewise geminis sharing the tray no crisis of “i cupcake” self in light of grand scheme food chain revelations
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prime an apex-pointed peak with width barely for toeprint stance the altitude allows no chance for balance across time thug bouncer winds patrol for vagrant lingerers and each preceding moment fits the climb each following the fall but ever slightly fate suspends the second when the moisture crystallizes flavor pulsing evenly throughout backbeating fleeting genesis of soft deliciousness existing outside obligation being pulsing without whispered fetishes to be a meal’s dessert
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baker’s dozens born from shortchanged budgets many mixed in troubled haste as many overbaked unsupervised then dumpster tossed offenses of aesthetic past the peak no reverse route chief inquiry elusive or incumbent whether every cupcake truly every single cupcake ever baked no matter sugar brand no matter heartiness of mix no matter model oven or attention of godchef experienced that summit glory moment emanating fresh but unindulged i say oh yes! they do they must she did she must’ve even she oh yes! even hard-shelled she was once upon a time exquisite prime