January 28

Seek your fortune, out there. When you return, peek
around the corner of Main Street. Stun the town
folk who shunned you when you said the world was round. Stoke

their ill. Hint that these spun streets, no swear,
these roads are a fraction, that can’t please
anyone who’s done anything. From
there, run from their outrage, scared.

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