On chocolate velvet half slumbering
Cup in hand of Earl Grey Tea
A lazy silver teaspoon
Slips easily.
A tiny discordant chink
Against the cadences of a soft violin
On whose wings she is transported
To a land and time far distant
And alien to this present unthinking
Undoing state of dilute comfort and degradation
The knowledge shrieks shrilly in her ears
But the violins take over softly, softly, yet again.
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