Following intensive
bombardment—
from infancy
to decency—
to impotence
to infamy—
the shape of this life
is so beautifully
irregular
and complex in its structure
that metaphor itself
has lost
not only
its allure, but all power
of fluidity; see it
lumber as it cools
to a stubborn boulder
of sheer dumb perplexity.
Simile's design
turns out to be
even worse
than powerless, since
by now there is
just nothing
else like it in the
visible universe.
