alone with a word or two
there’s no going back
i have burned my metaphors
cast off from the onomatopoeia
the raft of analogies has been dismantled
becalmed are the psalms in my sails
the sargasso sea spins the flotsam
and the jetsam words
the malapropisms have slunk
the personifications have sunk
the alliterations were the first to sink
the depth of my problems are imponderable
the height of my folly likewise
the rubicon has dried up
all idioms appear idiotic
anagrams are oxymorons
the word signs are toppled
i am lost to at sea
listing and listening
now that i have the invisible ink
i will write the unseen
bring your own lemon juice
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