The forgotten metaphor

The forgotten metaphor is just
That: forgotten. The elided

Verb goes past the mistaken
Now to an edifice that bakes

An incomplete bread, an idea
Of leavening, groping and brine.

Censorship is never over for those who have experienced it. It is a brand on the imagination that affects the individual who has suffered it, forever.” – Noam Chomsky

pejoratively happy

Lines in sand are not etched in stone, though
Give it time, and stone will be sand and lines
Will form – form is not platonic, it is coeval
With time, bursting with each free act digitized
By algorithmic machinations of an irregular
Context-sensitive grammar – grammar is not absence
Of joy but its background, necessarily in opposition
But definitive in structure – structure is not
A given but follows form which seeks joy that sits
Far from the rhetoric of the pejoratively happy.