The Shape-Shifting Metaphor
"His Son, in His Arms, in Light, Aloft," by Harold Brodkey
He kneeled—a mountain of shirtfront and trousers; a mountain that poured, clambered down, folded itself, re-formed itself: a disorderly massiveness, near to me, fabric-hung-and-draped: Sinai.
“His Son…
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