Listen to SymbOls clash intO an Ocean of cliche: MetaphOr fOr everyOne

Symbols clash into an ocean of cliche

At Muddy Waters on Bell Mountain, someone drops the cymbals and
symbols instantaneously clash into an ocean of cliche

Passage over water

As the sun awakens to this new dawn, I discover a first edition of Robert Duncan's collection of poetry I salvaged from a book burning as a purgation ritual at the Wolf Creek Faerie sanctuary's library.

PASSAGE OVER WATER

We have gone out in boats upon the sea at night,
lost, and the vast waters close traps of fear about us.
The boats are driven apart, and we are alone at last
under the incalculable sky, listless, diseased with stars.

Let the oars be idle, my love, and forget at this time
our love like a knife between us
defining the boundaries that we can never cross
nor destroy as we drift into the heart of our dream,
cutting the silence, slyly, the bitter rain in our mouths
and the dark wound closed in behind us.

Forget depth-bombs, death and promises we made,
gardens laid waste, and, over the wastelands westward,
the rooms where we had come together bombd.

But even as we leave, your love turns back. I feel
your absence like the ringing of bells silenced. And salt
over your eyes and the scales of salt between us. Now,
you pass with ease into the destructive world.
There is a dry crash of cement. The light fails,
falls into the ruins of cities upon the distant shore
and within the indestructible night I am alone.

Dissolving Language as Guage of The Urgency of Telescopic and Paradigmatic "Endings" and: Uncovering/entering the United Multiplicity Paradox

p.s., i am defining "metaphor, in one of its variants, as standing on the Hawthorne bridge over a mysterious substance, water, that conforms, flows perpetually, the water, like an arc, like a bat, that is perceived viscerally in contexts and retrieved and stitched to other events "re-membered," where such sensation is applicable, yet is "filling in" for (i.e., representing, substituting, symbolizing, communicating, exchanging) an idea, a universal truth that is relevant in the life(ves) of one or more who are experiencing/imag(in)ing events and puzzle pieces--the meaning of which can be discovered, conversely, by exploring all aspects of the thing observed in the moment where its totality or a subsection of juxtaposed layers expose themselves in your consciousness that is capable of perceiving them--hands palm down like flap jacks--searching "it" to the extent that the truth is no longer hidden.

in another variant, "metaphor" is a metaphor, as is each of these words.

in yet another variant definition, "I" and "Eye," homophones, and, I like suggesting, homonyms, are metaphor. Here, signs are everywhere on your daily walk that have fallen off the poles, people come up to you and speak to your thought, you will find lots of rainbow colors, a piece of blue balloon that signifies at what phase of matter you are coalescing into, sage handed you by a self-identifying sage, seeing everything but the ironic symmetry, until later having a third layer to the evolving metaphor.

in my language-reality, then, i know that everything is metaphor. the story of the tortoise, by lewis carroll, incidentally, will artfully illustrate that this is true.

this is real. things are really not that complicated (please see above(. . .