the necropolis sprawls across the desert -- desolate... to us
Necropolis [Haiku]
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Your river is a tributary. My river is a tributary, merging & flowing to a sea. I feel your molecules, floating past my own, intermingling & in some way tingling: a jangled excitation. And, [at the sea] we will be, together & [at the sea] we will be together. I no longer worry that I'm a river with no name -- an anonymous tributary -- because every sea has many names.
Dr. Strange, Surgeon Supreme Vol. 1: Under the Knife by Mark Waid
Nature’s Numbers. Discovering Order And Pattern In The Universe by Ian StewartThere is a dream in which one is naked. But no one is looking at you,... yet And that is so much worse; the anticipation of being gawked at is more disconcerting than being gawked at. And, yet, one can't bring oneself to shout, attracting onlookers, so as to end the misery of anticipation. One can only sit with one's naked expectations -- wading in anxiety.