Head like a hole and the rabbit comes out of it,
top hat and caned, cartooned pure.
Out of the mirror comes the spoon and bowl,
the cow on a mission to find a cure.
Rocket ships, space crafts, aliens galore,
this hole openly can't contain.
Thoughts are grandeur, a deep depression,
empty headed now with no brain.
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Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
This analogy that grows into a metaphor has meaning in its emptiness becoming a paradox in its concreteness. Well written it makes one think and is a fave
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