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I could tell you about how HeraclesMosesTruman drove the bulls
the building exploded,
he put the owls to bed and maybe slapped them

maybe...

or how the overreaching owl looked forlornly down upon his severed torso,
not that he was worried about his entrails
but that he was going to miss the next full moon.

over there the man was scooting up from his kitchen table
never noticed there before
and I purposely did not mention that he was black
then purposely did

I can do that.

Meanwhile, Jimi sings about the howling
but all I am concerned with is the hyena
made up of bits and pieces of Aphrodite's castoffs.

It has no kitchen table to scoot up from.

At this point the reader is wondering what draws all these images together.
Now he or she is aghast that I drew them into this morass so blatantly.
"He can't do that", you cry.

I can do that.

Then I decide that HeraclesMosesTruman is really a wrathful John Brown as drawn by William Blake.
Then I argue to myself that John Brown can not be anything but wrathful.
And the building didn't explode
John Brown, playing Samson, is tearing it apart.
That is it, he is bringing down the Temple of All Conceits

And those are not owls but his arms which are the horns of the Golden Calf!

Oops. I just lost the last bit of interest of my last reader. There she goes.

Go then. Just go on home.