Spring ’23, Day 7

I live in a preheated oven.

What are ingredients anyway?

Somewhere is a grand gathering of everything I need inside.

Pieces, pieces, pieces,

and forms, forms, forms

to fill and cast me in a new law.

Bronze, marble, gold, what’s the point if nothing I hold

is seen?

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