Metaphors in motion
Some say we create our worlds
from memories made long ago
like that of a clam and its surf
on a wild and pristine beach,
shell and surf becoming
a pair of jaws drinking milk,
irritations overcome turning into pearly teeth,
on to a mercedes with a roaring motor
we've quieted down, opening its hood…
and catch ourselves in our dramas.
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