Poem a Day 10

blake william ghost N05889_HToday’s prompt encourages a title I think, after writing the poem, will be too “on point,” so I will bend the rules a little.

 The Border

The border, hypothetical as peace
Time unpatrolled and tissue thin, between

Adam awakes in animating breath
And Cain achieves fruition of the soul

Unwinds in webbed and brittling texts. By what
Alert and atavistic will to truth

Blazed we the stammering semantic path
From animus that snakes to animus?


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