Title: Can You Spot the Metaphor? (This is version 3.0, please leave comments as to improvements)
The meaning of life eluded me
in a singularity of distorted rhetoric.
A vision in sanctified saffron
melted oh-so-slowly
into a bad kung-fu movie subtitled
by a man who speaks only dead languages.
I met him once, on an abstract street -
the man, I mean -
but who else would I mean?
He called himself a god,
asked me the way to the Tower of Babel.
No one could show him which way to turn,
but the man on the corner with empty eyes
sells plenty of maps to nowhere.
Before I could ask for one pretense
of so-called divinity,
he disappeared into an angry ultraviole(n)t crowd
and was gone.
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