As I sit here on this throne
The subtle flavors influence me
A cascade of chemicals
Slowly invading my space
Yet it was a choice, a welcoming
Of this ever so interesting fluid
A leaf it began, froth it became
A brown rust upon an iron skillet
It sits there now, amidst powdery fields
The remnants of what was
The past invading the present
A coffee cup.
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