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“Projection.”

I’ve sunk my metaphors into unmarked plots – Like teeth into the skin of an apple (If you like) Wanting the sweet flesh to yield, To give Me Something, To trip along a theme While the fecund fields lie fallow.

The sun’s got my back though: So the future can hold a shadow imprint projection, A paper doll cut out of hope and blind ambition, While the Present waits shivering in the proverbial river –

But edges blur And myopic mirages have been made of us all.

Mephisto Leaning on a lamp post, Testing the weight of borrowed coin. Pockets so holy, Don’t know on whose ears my prayers will fall.

© Georgina Barley 2021

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