With you I’ll stir absentmindedly,
forgetting sugar, Capital crime;
I’ll sneak you in and out of the jar.
And you, you’ll serve as cane:
for walking and candy;
scraped splinters standing still.
Are all these different sizes?
How can I know when it’ll fill to the brim
or puddle in the centre?
Could I cheat the system with a ladle?
Three solid bites, all in a row;
choreographies completed with aplomb.
Hello Day Three. I have been aware of you since last night, breathing myself into almost-sleep and thinking of all the opportunities.
The reality is that I have used a lot of energy today; that I am panicking about a couple of unfinished tasks. So much so, I interrupted this task to complete another and now I am back where I started.