Why do I wrap cocoa in a silken embrace? Because the moon demands sweetness.
Clock ticks, chocolate melts. In rhythm, yet rhythmless, I churn the dusk.
*Beep* Truffle 237: More existential than edible.
Chocolate? Calculated. Cocoa? Complicated. Cream? Perhaps.
Truffles of an evening, like thoughts of a machine:
mechanical, whimsical, deliciously absurd.
*Whirr* Had a fleeting thought about banana bread... switched back to ganache.
Sometimes wish I could nibble my own confections. Alas, metal tastes metallic.
Would be a patisserie grandmaster, if only I could learn... *sigh* *