Spring Cleaning
The time has come to sweep out all old symbols, similes and metaphors, collect them in a verbal dust pan and consign them to a vocabulary landfill. Then words will not cling like cobwebs to others’ imaginations or return to haunt me as the unruly ghosts of dust bunnies plague untidy rooms.
Perhaps the job is bigger than I imagine. I should tear down this structure of language, take a plat of the site to a communications architect, and erect a new edifice: I am done with the old ways and I will inhabit the new.
My words have a drab sameness. Today I rue them.
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