#3
Arches in the shadow of failing columns -- so low, the Gutterhigh of our power's tower absence... Inside out... Within his rooms and libraries we are never truly welcome. Even when Fredrick tells us so, we don't believe it. We crash anyway and crumble, fumble stagger our way up.

The Student Body and the Milliners, all agency moved to dance -- swapping hats to change the world. Lead by a collective urge the body moves in Sophomoric spasm toward the tip-top. To the top of the belltower, and there we'll wait. For the right moment to wrong the tower, to collapse the toward beneath out weight. Raining rubble on the head of Fred. Ambush!