Killing Metaphors
Our metaphors are tired brittle and lifeless no longer of consequence waiting to sound our words yet our words lie yes our words for things are not the things themselves not this or that not such and such yes we carry around these metaphors and live with them, eat with them, sleep with them, yes make love around them and die holding on to them as if they were the things themselves our words wake up every morning and put on the face of meaning our lifeless words lie our words for things are not the things themselves yes and we have come to believe that the things we believe are honest and true that the words we use are really the things themselves yes again and again we say these things until they are
