I am the metaphor open and closed
shaped by imagination
A puzzle for forbidden prose
I the tool to urge fascination
Purely by claiming a notion
Simply by stating I control the ocean
From the safety of the sure
I am the ship an honest metaphor
transitioning from one sea to the next
Words are just well trained pets
Sometimes the lifestock
For the hungry knife
Painting on the canvas of life
Charcoal on death
Oil on thread
blood on skin attached or shed
The metaphor
boldness and rebellion
flights of the mind
grandeur captured silent
On the page screaming out
I am the metaphor
sent to undo reality's tight stitch
A spell that escaped the witch
Now a net to catch monsters in the swell
So tomorrow I might have new stories to tell
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