Push through the cobwebs cluttering the attic of your mind--
but what a tired metaphor!
Which, when you think about it, is in itself a tired metaphor --
and metaphors are sort of overdone, anyway.
But! I will persevere.
I am going to slog through this --
"Slog"? Who says slog? That is a poety word, not a real one --
-- I am going to beat this dead horse
until a gift falls out of it's
dry, old mouth.