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ritual of now intensified (Free verse) by nentwined
I press the plunger of the press slowly, separating grounds
from water,
earth from mana,
and the act (ritual) breathes
the essence of coffee-to-be
into my mind,
a mystical hypodermic mainlined to my soul;
memories of russet-brown nectar
taste themselves into my mouth,
the cup held to my face,
and warmth tingles up my nose and explodes
in full-fledged recollection of the joy
I am about to experience;
and then--
it is.
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Weighted score: 6.9682345
Overall Rank: 122
Posted: April 8, 2004 2:57 PM PDT; Last modified: April 8, 2004 2:57 PM PDT
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