Leaving a valley ringed with mountains, for a city where life flows on streets whose
names return but not the routes they took to intersect with eyes charmed by digital
devices. This is not the principle of change, rebellion, freedom, liberation, reform and
revolution, and unexpected breakup of the place I left behind, its genius narrowed to
the gullet of a hungry ghost.

Circling back,

There it was, word for word,
The poem that took the place of a mountain.

It reminded him how he had needed
A place to go in his own direction.