flat worlds
with no curve
no way
around to
the new world.
but go you
must, for here
has worn
out its welcome.
your feet need
new ground,
your eyes
new sights,
your ears another
sound than
what you
always hear.
you need to
taste a different
fruit,
drink a new
wine.
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