The Thing Behind the Thing Itself

We’ve had it with the freeze of cold hypotheses:  
“if these were those and those were these” –
well, please.

They’re not.
That all you got?
Give us something hot.

Tropes, analogies and similes grow musty on the shelf.
Who wants “he twinkled like a merry elf”?
We want the thing itself.

But when, at last, we got that self-same thing?
It brought the kinds of things a thing will bring.
Not a lot of zing.

And then we found the thing behind the thing itself: the sight!
The fright.
Sourceless light.








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