i took a chance on unique experience.
i chose a path off the main road,
though i came to find out it was a path quite beaten...

in the clearing i see a structure.
the structure.
no one knows how it came to be and no one asks why.
i suppose i was looking for it,
but i became quite distracted by the twisting and turning of the path...
(merriment for some, toiling for others)

there it sat-- pearl sheen, pinkish in hue.
rounded at the top,
straight and pointed at the base.

pushing thoughts back like vines--
no time to be reminded of the previous attempts.

it looks beautiful from afar.
upon close examination it is a configuration
exuding function over form
jagged, bolted, hasty--
a crude steel object.
the scent of warm metal touched by human skin
it's sides rough to the touch
when stroked opposite to its cadence.

to find an opening...
i tried pushing,
i tried pulling.
hands became red and raw,
shavings of crosshatched metal
sink in and itch.
failure through force.

[the only way in is from the invitation inside]

NB @ 10:04 AM

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