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Daniel Schlosser

Verticality

I once thought it was the love of my life. it
Was a crisp morning
United by a desire inside controlled chaos; it was covered
With streaks of orange.

Everyone
Everywhere
is in awe.

I would cross that bridge, but uniting
Was too difficult. it did not control me. i am
At a point where its interwoven metallic hills do not matter. it is not a
Peace of me. it is not
With me. i am
Myself.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2012 EDITION]