Metaphors: His Master’s Voice
In 1977 Johnny B. Goode was sent into space with the Voyager mission
I learned last night that the universe
is flat and expanding infinitely,
and that made sense—the universe as a wheel.
And since there are parallel universes,
when they collide, and they do—as gas clouds prove—
are they not then like the chariots of the gods?
The Romans and Greeks had it right all along?
Are we not metaphors of ourselves,
our better selves—we hope?
When Linda sings, ‘heart like a wheel,’
we’re not talking broken spokes or flat tyres,
but steely rims. You go on your nerve,
it is said. Roll along, feel every pebbled bump.
And are we not then right in insisting
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