Bread: Sourdough Starter

Roman Meal, Sopapilla, Cafeteria Hard Rolls. Pizza bed, Banana Bread, “This is my body broken”

DAY ONE

smaller middle glass bowl.
paisley cotton. elastic strap.

baby blue half cup, whole wheat flour.

add.

same 4 oz half cup, cool clean water.

stir.

cover light. warmly leave.
7:16 even now. need 24 more.

wait.

bagel, cinnamon bun, croissant, corn bread

DAY TWO

Hmmmmmm

Said to Divide. Subtract.
Only a half cup found. Said no to Dividing.
Did subtract. Not mix but aisley and band.
Substituted loosey goosey green.

Carry and add.

baby blue half cup, fluffy white flour.
and
4 oz half cup, cool clean water.

Stir.

another 24 for

multiplication?

DAY THREE

Oh. 4 oz flour is not same as 4 oz water.
There were baby grey spaces. bubbles
Smelled alive. or like death not sure.
saved generous half cup of brew.
Added this time [lightbulb] 1 cup flour
half cup water. smelled revived.
12 hour ticker now. 7:16 am?
Hmmmm well that will be interesting.
anxious.

31st of Tidy | Yar 40

Already too late.They’re whispering.
“Waste of time.” They seethe. “Off-Purpose. Distracted.”

The vessel cultivation, true, has been laborious. The drifting; taxing.
Internal demolitions, micro revolutions, severed allegiances.
Eyes ever to the outer spaces.

Commissioned.
Consumed by an uncharted alliance. The alliance.
Early sensed, relentlessly sought, ardently wrought.
Proxima 44 in sight. Secured.

Then came this last faltering.
Sucked into a current, decayed.
Thick with debris, webbed with pocked detonators.
Caught. Battered. Lost. For yars. Lost yars.
Then grappled out. How? But through, worse for war.

Yes, certainly.
There is weariness in the wake; an ache, a resistance.
Strength of the alliance was torn at, and tortured.
Our structural integrity nearly compromised.
Yet the consortium remains intact, holds.
Proxima still, plus one.

Though we have found benevolent moorings
tucked away in the gentle flows of the Pheonix Nest,
the Elk Springs are receding with each of our soundings.

We cannot be more witless in our whispering, than wily in our ways.
Disciplines in all our quarters, are coming of age.
We are mercurial no longer.

Wavefarers we must become.
Currently, visibility is variable at best beyond the solar shelf,
but we can take stock. Resourcefulness. Preparation.
We will. We must. Now, is the time.

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