Above the Waves

Much of this is above your heads
As it is for me as well.
Like a wave of similes
That wash over our airholes,
A metaphor for drowning.
Can an author escape the wealthy tsunami
filled with meaning
and carrying off families
of depth,
obfuscation,
the ebb and flow of sense,
the mixing of metaphors.
Like the collusion attempt.
A fragment becomes a run-on.