And I touch the table,
so far-off yet so familiar,
some exhibit in a parallel world
telling me a message I'd overlooked all along.

Why does it remind me of home,
but have extraterrestial origins?
As I walk along each path in my head,
thinking of how everything changed yet stayed the same,
I realize that nothing stays the way it was forever.

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