marzepan

 flavour of the month, flavour of the week, I don't like it. It's too... Nutty to be all over a cake. Frosting is a better option.

As a metaphor, what does the marzipan hide except the warbled layers. A layer cake. Is everyone. And no one, lest we forget. 

A marzipan umbrella would melt in the rain but otherwise we would so proudly carry it with ourselves. Strong on the notion of being seen. This is a philosophy. 

Yesterday, yesteryear, what did we partake of? The wine and the broken bread, of a zombie faith. What is it now? Except ourselves to turn to. Brightly and sprightly. All throughout the day.

The long day, such is life.