There is something there
But I don't see it
And then suddenly it appears
How could it be there all along
But I didn't see it
Unless seeing is layered
Like sedimentary stone
Laid down over centuries
Of noticing one thing after another
Is this how memory lurks
Unraveling the future
Now I see it now I don't
Built up from successive blindnesses
I slowly perceive a cup
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