loves the gradual warmth
of the new brain marinade.
Befriending time,
she tells the countess
of caffeinated mediocrity
to leave her shoes on the stair
before coming in.
Youth is beautiful these days,
thanks to structure
evolved by kindly geeksters.
When time is ripe,
she ventures into its elegant mist,
exhales and evaporates.
Chiming.
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