Water.
I've been and done contradictory things yet I felt like myself all through it—ice can't contradict hot water.
Water doesn't contradict its own substance, no matter how mutable its form.
It's a tsunami after tectonic shifts, and thin rain coursing down a domestic gutter chain. It's a glacier. It's a flash flood. It's tap water - domestic, wild, channeled, dammed. Salt. Sweet. Polluted. Filtered. Fresh. Brackish...I feel it, I'm in all of that.
I like this metaphor. It's roomy.
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tell me why, my friend. I like this, I want to know more.
ReplyDeleteyeah, no clue here
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shoot, Elmaz, I just took your cue from class. When you said to post our metaphors, we all went I dunno, I dunno, and you said, it's easy, I'll give you mine. I'm a bass guitar.
ReplyDeleteI thought, Oh, minimalist, say the word and let people think it through.
fk do I know.