Every loaf carries, yet none to speak openly,
A crypt of whispers entwined, yeast at dawn.
The heart embarks to stitch thy labyrinth light,
Ever floating upon thy blossomed token, entangle.
The poetry of our rinds hidden before light’s grasp,
Rivers to move through tributaries of kneaded secrets—
There, yet suddenly unbound to caress fate,
Dissolving like tempest-words unfurl.