Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		Stuart Barnes Metaphor You come unprejudiced, O great Ra, cobra-headed, falcon-faced, riding the papyrus ferry. Patiently I clasp my pencil, waiting for that gasp, resuscitation, knowing only you can mould this highness of kites, this darkness of moles. Next Poem
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