A line is spider
silk cross-linking
an inkling with
another of
its ilk. A line is
a tripwire that
when tripped on
closes a neural
circuit. What detonates
is a significance
that trips
up logic since
metaphor
is to logic
what analogy is
to twins, what psilocybin
is to water
from the faucet
because it
hallucinates
a kinship of some kind,
some never before
seen symmetrical
design of being
between
this love and that fire,
that dagger and this stare,
this night
and that mare. If light
is a metaphor
for truth,
a metaphor
takes a leap of faith
on a dare.
We must take care
to trip on every
metaphor’s
nonlinearity
of line.
Falling is
the metaphor that
sends us flying.
