She wakes up quietly
no alarm appointed
She lies in her bed
warm, comfortable
When she does stray
she comes back to lay
Until her appetite stirs
she ponders, peacefully
Ready, she imagines
optimization, mastery
Still calm and cool
she flows easily
This way and that
with graceful intuition
Through caverns, caves
in her mind, winding
Like a dance, a song
harmoniously along
She is uninhibited
She is magick

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