On Metaphor

rhetoric, a time-

release capsule,

circulates reason

thru the system

sedating the body

within the sensorium

by dumbing down attention

& rhetoric placates the mind

by numbing the senses

with the soothing, toxic logic

of reasonable partition

spelled out in a theistic syntax

in this way the lark

is distinguished from the call

and the call

is distinguished from the birch

*

but metaphor erases concealing names

from every it and couples feeling

to meaning, leaving the truth speechless

and issuing its primary music

*

I desire X

means I am X

& each can no longer

sustain an either

metaphor, the blood’s

elemental drive,

re-minds me: the lark is

the call and the call is

(once again) the birch