she sips at a cup of coffee
pondering the schemes of philosophers
and admiring her own reflection
in each ripple of the black water
it is without fanfare
she thinks
that the greatest moments are
accomplished
without company
or even aplomb
that a grand relationship is forged
as everything continues breaking down
she pieces together little mysteries
and calmly claims her senses
everything waiting to be nothing
and right now nothing is more
or less important than this cup
of coffee
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