Know that it's coming:
Something unforgettable will happen,
That turns your heart cold,
Making you hate where you grew up.
Even your best friends, who were with you on this
fateful day,
may vanish into the wind, never to return.
You might even channel the oceanic boundlessness of
rage into a grand plan
of escape.
But all the while, you'll forget
that the wellspring of your creativity
is the very thing you're running away from.
Know that it's within you to hold both—
with the same hands you use to hold yourself.
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