Turning the corner,   there's something eerie   about the way skyscrapers and billboards   eat up the horizon.      Somewhere near the Allegheny Mountains   I remember how you spoke of my demise.      This relocation you said   would not cure the writer's block   inside my head.      If you could only see how great I've become.   This landscape gives me everything I need.   I am bound to it, much like the promise ring   that I left behind.      I've once again ignored your pleas, Audrey.   This city has swallowed me whole;   it has the awesome power of a whale,   and I am its Jonah.      A man told me once   how this place can build you up,   and how it can tear you down.   I can feel its power.   And while I walk in worried shoes,   I long for your company.   I have no crutch, I have no anchor,   I feel lost at sea,   floating further away from home.      I need to paint.   I need familiarity.      I am crumbling to tiny pieces as this city builds another monument.