Never over, never underdone
The algorithms guarantee
These biscuits
Weightless in their helium balloon
Embalmed for immortality
Traversing myriad belts
That blindly flick and fuss
The only touch
A gleaming anodised caress
Where nothing rots nor rusts
Beneath a blue fluorescent blaze
Beneath a hairnet-hooded gaze
A nameless batch
Poked by latex digits
Precision honed yet disengaged
No accidentals of dimension nor
The grace notes of attentive hands
No being there
To weave with time in eggs and flour
The fingerprints of tender care
