As runaway metaphors go
this thought hurtled through
a tunnel. It cannot see another
vision, being a bullet train
shooting off the mouth
crashing into conclusions.
It leaves a trail of mangled
logic. The cordoned area
encompasses a city. Discourse
is the history of wreckage,
conversation the rumor
of accident. The unstoppable
announces itself with a whistle.
Expect shock waves: Momentum
of bodies meeting from opposite
directions. Force remains
a function of acceleration.
Events are variable,
memory constant.
© Noelle Leslie dela Cruz
