Beginnings move like nothing else.
They creep and come suddenly.
In one night, you run away, lose your
temper and your virginity,
and you think this is just being an old
youth, headstrong sixteen,
and not a swim into the deep end of the
next step, the unseen,
But you walk the town and see new parts
of it, human and otherwise,
Spend a night in one long, moving
prayer over your sins and others' lies,
and you might stay out and might go
back. Some ways, it's all the same.
Spend a night among night-strangers and
your taste for night must change.
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