For a moment the cosmos held still.
Einstiens static blunder was rendered true, but I had not seen you.
As if some unknown, all knowing fate warned me about you.
The mechanism was lost on me as I stood atop that motionless hill.
Then the prohecy was realized, in an instant.
I had become conscious of the photons that rebounded off your eyes.
The first to bless me restarted time, the second accelerated the dimension.
You, who could only be refered to as a divine vision.
Then the unspoken truth emerged; my heart became your pendant.
When it came your possession I saw it all.
How I would laugh as you began to fall;
As you began to fall for the fool your image had taken.
The fool no more than a nameless face now.
A face that would drink you in with passion to never be forsaken.
A desire to give you all, swelled like the waves of a tsunami.
I was left with but one question: How?
How was it that the infitely cascading causes of the universes
led me to this sickening curse.
The curse of not knowing your name.
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Caleb Wagner
Hi, my name is Caleb Wagner. I grew up in small rural town in southern Ohio. Throughout my childhood I saw many sides to many different types of people. I have seen massive falls from grace and underdog stories time and time again.
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Often while engrossed in a conversation I find that what I say merely flows forth. I can never trace any specific thought that generated what I said in that moment. I know that I have thought and that more likely than not the topic has fluttered its way through my seldom quite mind, polinating the flowers of my opinions. Yet admist an oratory adventure or while enshrined a verbal spar my thoughts are silent, like the witching hour just before a heavy snowfall. The personifications of my opinions and of my partner's watch mute from the stands. I find myself unhindered and consumed. The spirit of the speech fills the recesses of this anxious mind with a calm, robust confidence. It whispers in the bravest of voices that I will not falter. That I cannot. The faith settles so deep that past concerns are fossilized: mere relics of the past. There in this mass musing extinction, I am left the sole lifeform to fufill the only niche I know: speech whether verbal or written.
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It only took a minute. I was sitting at the computer in my office when the phone rang. I picked up the receiver and then laid it down my desk as I went to find the student who the call was for. Within seconds I was back at my desk, ready to resume typing, when I heard the student yelling obscenities at me for listening in to his call through the handset that was still lying on the desk. Sick and tired of the lies he was spewing, I was up running down the hall, ready to kill him. By the time I reached him, I had calmed enough not to hurt him, but as I turned back towards my room, I knew that I couldn’t go on like this any longer. The decision was clear. I had to leave.
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