here we see, rarely found on this wretched material plane, a donut that is blessed with the Shimmering Icing of the Heavens, providing a glaze too pure to disturb. this Icing exists solely in the bardo of delicious possibility, tantalizing us with its brief photogenic appearance, before dissolving back into the untasted sugary realm where its spirit roams freely. the remaining donut, so abandoned, always and forever seeks what it has lost, eventually throwing itself into traffic in despair. the Shimmering Icing of the Heavens cares not. so is the aesthetic power of its crystalline perfection; so is the harsh truth of its forever untasted flavor.

except this one, i'm pretty sure this one got eaten.