I’m deeply attracted to those people
who respond to a metaphor on its own terms.

knead it with their minds.
turn it into a flower.
and pass it back to me,

as if they were wielding a knife.

those people are not people.
they’re Voices.

and a voice that has the language to mix metaphors.
a voice that can silence time.
a voice that can speak

makes music

 

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About teevramadhyam

'I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity' -Poe
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