cyberlynching cliches: lovesong of ashes & dust

slam bam
thank you...
big bang

obvious, not so
or
sublime, oblivious

corporal fire
incorporeal fury

navel-age
circumambulating
still cube
or still warm cinders

rituals galore

fire to ...
clay to ...

how true, but why
cow dung cliches
reign supreme
almost always?