Unformatted text preview: All is not forsaken; the rising bile is exchanged for rising butterflies. The setting rigor mortis of the love I felt will remain petrified forever. Often have I stood looking at the Marina and wondered why I am. I am a single pinnacle on a cog; insignificant. To the rest of society you also resemble a single pinnacle. To me however, you are the entire World of whatever device we happen to turn. I want to do something to make your heart beat. I want to do something to feel your heart beat. Systolic and Diastolic forces flirting with each other, teasing one another. We will walk the fragmented steps of past pantheons together. We will kneel in awe of obelisks that never waiver. We will experience unreal anamnesis. We will....
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- Spring '11
- Seth Klebe, sociological upward curving, single pinnacle, setting rigor mortis