Sight Unseen

Scent of pine and a random obelisk
time to ask repeat questions
of a source beyond the grocery
my counterparts will be my own aged memory
and a decent arrangement of snacks

I am hoping to see the world
as it originally is
before my layers get pasted on

But I still have a schedule
and these questions unformulated
may simply have to rest in my bones

At least I know something gentle follows me
coaxes me along

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