map and key

an uneasy prick,

vestige of your past,

a brick in a wall

or dandelion dust?

coursing through

veins inside,

name to subdue

or sit beside?

bone-dry insides,

spare a spoon

into the headlights,

or milky moon?

what’s a little rust

amidst stardust,

thus bellows buried,

but where be map and key?