Change: Poetry of Departures PicPicture Courtesy: ConduitPoetry of DeparturesSometimes you hear, fifth-hand,As epitaph:He chucked up everythingAnd just cleared off,And always the voice will soundCertain you approveThis audacious, purifying,Elemental move.And they are right, I think.We all hate homeAnd   View changes from previous version. (Word count: 157)

Change: He walked out on the whole crowdLeaves me flushed and stirred,Like Then she undid her dressOr Take that you bastard;Surely I can, if he did?And that helps me to staySober and industrious.But I'd go today,Yes, swagger the nut-strewn roads,Crouch in   View changes from previous version. (Word count: 157)