I'm falling out of love
with another story
another metaphor
is coming out of focus.

What does it mean
when the mortar 
between the pestle
misfires a ball?

Mixing fruits with herbs
leads to a salad of narrative
tales connected to foxes
and lobsters concocted of nothing.

Recommend not where to look
see where to hear well
as the plumb drops to the bottom
feel the plunk at the top of your soul.

Wake up from a dream
into the deepest sleep
expressions, idiomatic
upon us, they creep.