A Greek would say
it is to carry something across,
To transfer—
The mind,
a prism of brilliant
wisdom
to melt a tree
into a man,
an emotion
into a river,
a windflower
into love—
To see something
as something else,
and to exist
within
the eye of the image.
It is to seek
Noesis
in the gardens of the mind,
to step through fields
of mingling vines
to analyze
and realize
the root
of their existence,
to ponder
and interpret
the smallest
Dimensions,
and to experience
the essence
of the voice
through which they speak.
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Submission Name: Metaphoria
