marginally human

What emerges is a fine line between the hither and
The thither, the crack that furnishes future with titbits

Of past aghast with possibility, torpid with shame,
Whetting an appetite forsworn to be satiated only

With torn flesh at the altar of modernity stripped of
All pretensions of what it is to be minimally human.

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