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You know that weird phase

Where everything is about to change?

The one that jumps, leaps and stings

Around the backbone: near the wings,

That fear to change that always clings.

The troubling trick

That makes you think,

Of everything but not of it.

Uproot, abandon what you know

For changeling lake, just rid of snow.

Fly off and leave

You can’t belong, can’t live,

Can’t do anything right.

You can’t stand the wait

So they take flight.

Freezeout and mountain front

Rocky day but what’s to come?

This leaf in dusk does not belong

So let the day be day

And the night: be gone