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“Focus”

Remember staring at those Magic Eyes?

I can sure remember being blind – Didn’t even know the trick I couldn’t find; Nose getting closer to the chromatic-static, Rods and cones still in their flat-packs, Wanting to see first but always beaten back By another’s Sight, like a club in a blindside attack: An exclusive club, in fact, with an existing founder, Charging admission – With change – For twenty-twenty vision. No – Twenty?! Twenty-something already? Gosh, when I was your age I was much further ahead.

I know: Let’s practise losing focus like it’s a skill And kill our darlings in bedroom-philosophising, Without realising that these star-crossed-eyes Are losing sight of the bigger picture.

So. What’s my prize? Why, the tessellated chaos of unchartered life! The beauty of an unknown future, When madness in retrospect lies – Like Hate reconstituted and sutured again as Love. Correction: Love as Hate. Wait – Retrospect lies?

Sorry – Wrong reflection: Please don’t fall behind.

Something is blurring sightlines on the racetrack – An optical trick-trap of the wrong faces, A trip-back into Iron Maiden embraces, Ghosts haunting the memory of places – And what were we even chasing?

Paths overgrown with toxic Narcissi, And a Magic I ego at the finish line With a hocus-pocus stopwatch and a logbook of times.

Still can’t see it?

Please focus.

© Georgina Barley 2017

#Poetry #Love #Focus #Magic #Sight #Eye #Life #Ambition #Illusion #Unknown #Future

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